His pale bands was seen to muster,
Rising from their watery grave: 20
O’er the glimmering wave he hied him,
Where the Burford reared her sail,
With three thousand ghosts beside him,
And in groans did Vernon hail:
‘Heed, O heed, our fatal story. 25
I am Hosier’s injured ghost,
You, who now have purchased glory
At this place where I was lost;