Up the side went Jack Barry, with cutlass in hand!
He is over the rails in the flash of an eye,—
“Strike, strike yonder flag or, by heaven, you die!”
But never a hand or a foot there did turn;
They were frozen with terror from stem unto stern.
With a yell the bold Britons their weapons let go,
Then, like mice in a pantry, they scurried below.
“Boys, batter the hatches,” called Jack to his men;
“We have got the red fox, at last, in his den.”
The “Kitty” and “Mermaid” awoke, with a start,