O’er their heads in lofty mid-sky,
Three bright angel forms were seen,
This was Hampden, that was Sidney,
With fair Liberty between.
“Soon,” they cried, “your foes you’ll banish,
Soon the triumph will be won,
Scarce the setting sun shall vanish
Ere the glorious deed is done!”
Quick as thought the ships were boarded,
Hatches burst and chests displayed;