To the “Sally,” hid from view
Under the tall, liana’d boughs
Of the moonless, dark bayou.
A boat ran out for news of the fight,
And this was the word she brought—
“The King’s ship fights the ships of France
As the King’s ships all have fought!”
Then muttered the mate, “I’m a man of Devon!”
And the captain thundered then—
“There’s English rope that bides for our necks,