Classic Poem

She's the daughter of the breeze,
She's the darling of the seas,
 And we call her, if you please, the bright Medu—sa;
From beneath her bosom bare
To the snakes among her hair
 She's a flash o' golden light, the bright Medu—sa .

When the ensign dips above
And the guns are all for love,
 She's as gentle as a dove, the bright Medu—sa ;
But when the shot's in rack
And her forestay flies the Jack,
 He's a merry man would slight the bright Medu—sa .

When she got the word to go
Up to Monte Video,
 There she found the river low, the bright Medu—sa;
So she tumbled out her guns
And a hundred of her sons,
 And she taught the Dons to fight the bright Medu—sa .

When the foeman can be found
With the pluck to cross her ground,
 First she walks him round and round, the bright Medu—sa ;
Then she rakes him fore and aft
Till he's just a jolly raft,
 And she grabs him like a kite, the bright Medu—sa .

She's the daughter of the breeze,
She's the darling of the seas,
 And you'll call her, if you please, the bright Medu—sa;
For till England's sun be set—
And it's not for setting yet—
 She shall bear her name by right, the bright Medu—sa .