And bears from sacred house and home, the wretches o’er the waves.”
“Oh! very well!” our captain cries, “for her we will lie by,
And on the morrow’s coming dawn, a palaver we will try;
For should we now attempt to make a pell-mell night attack,
I fear our fight would heavy fall upon the harmless black.”
So early the next morning, we gently edged away,
Our captain hail’d the stranger ship, and unto her did say—
“If you don’t send your boat on board, and act as I desire,
Although you bear the flag of Spain, into your hull I’ll fire.”
The Slaver swore that all our threats should not his courage scare,