That ever, unknown, was stalking near;
And now in a flash, it's here, it's here—
Now are your dreams come true!...
There are grey old admirals in our land
Who never have stood where now you stand,
Here on your feet
In His Majesty's Fleet—
With a real live enemy hard at hand!
Britannia to the French Generalissimo:—
"À l'honoré do nos deux nations
J'offre—cent mille félicitations!"