The prize is sent home, and, alert in a trice,
They make gaskets and points, and they knot and they splice;
While knowing Jack tars of their gallantry talk,
Tell who served well Boscawen, and Anson, and Hawke;
’Till, all of a sudden, a calm, then a scud,
A tempest brings on that the face of the flood,
The thunder and lightning, and wind, so deform,
The pride of the ocean scarce lives out the storm.
And now, having nobly defended the cause
Of the nation, of freedom, religion, and laws,