And for glory ne’er spare toil,
But flog its foes, you know, boys!
Then while its standard owns a rag
The world combined shall never brag
They made us strike the Yankee flag.
Haul away! Yo ho, boys!”
Loud cheers and laughter greeted this song, the officers smiling at the enthusiasm aroused, and Paul Jones handed Bill two gold pieces.
“That’s for your rattling good song, my man,” said he, “and the Ranger will never discredit the flag she fights under.”
Thus, in good spirits and with bold composure, the Ranger’s people spent the golden hours of the forenoon and a part of the afternoon, waiting for their gallant enemy.
