Alfred Lord Tennyson

Lincoln / England
Alfred Lord Tennyson
Lincoln / England
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The Revenge - A Ballad Of The Fleet

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AT Flores, in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay,
And a pinnace, like a flutter’d bird, came flying from far away;
“Spanish ships of war at sea! we have sighted fifty-three!”
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard: “’Fore God I am no coward;
But I cannot meet them here, for my ships are out of gear,
And the half my men are sick. I must fly, but follow quick.
We are six ships of the line; can we fight with fifty-three?”
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COMMENTS
George 02 March 2021
What a tune. I'll try and remember that one when I'm out on the water, once lockdown II relaxes.
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Richard 02 April 2021
It's never going to relax.
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Della 27 August 2020
I don't think they were tears of pride, but when I read it out loud to myself, I cried when he died!
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Brian Wood 14 July 2019
Still brings tears of pride to my eyes.
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Adrian Gowing 19 June 2019
Obviously a Brexiteer we ought to emulate right now!
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