But the King can write another brief,
For all the first be stown;
And once again the fellow rode,
With the warrant from London town.
Now out and alas! What can she do?
For the heart of Grizzy sank!
The red sun went down o’er the sea,
And the wind blew stiff and snell,
And as it shot by Grizzy’s lugs,
It sounded old Cochrane’s knell.