But chief, her blue flag flying at the fore,
With fighting guns a hundred thirty and one,
The Admiral ship The Duke of Wellington,
Whereon sail’d George, who in her gig had flown
The silken ensign by our sisters sewn.
The iron Duke himself,—whose soldier fame
To England’s proudest ship had given her name,
And whose white hairs in this my earliest scene
Had scarce more honour’d than accustom’d been, —
Was two years since to his last haven past: