Sweet Gun-Boats, with your gallant crew,
Tempt not the rocks of Saint Marcou;
Beware the Badger’s bloody pennant,
And that d——d invalid Lieutenant!
LYRICS OF HORACE. ODE XIV., BOOK I.
TRANSLATED BY ARCHDEACON WRANGHAM.
O Ship, fresh billows soon again
Shall bear thee to the boisterous main!
Firm, keep the port. See, see thy side,
Without a single oar to guide!