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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510909" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Ballad Of The "Clampherdown"</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~<br> Would sweep the Channel clean,<br>Wherefore she kept her hatches close<br>When the merry Channel chops arose,<br> To save the bleached marine.<br> <br>She had one bow-gun of a hundred ton,<br> And a great stern-gun beside;<br>They dipped their noses deep in the sea,<br>They racked their stays and stanchions free<br> In the wash of the wind-whipped tide.<br> <br>It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~,<br> Fell in with a cruiser light<br>That carried the dainty Hotchkiss gun<br>And a pair o' heels wherewith to run<br> From the grip of a close-fought fight.<br> <br>She opened fire at seven miles --<br> As ye shoot at a bobbing cork --<br>And once she fired and twice she fired,<br>Till the bow-gun drooped like a lily tired<br> That lolls upon the stalk.<br> <br>&quot;Captain, the bow-gun melts apace,<br> The deck-beams break below,<br>'Twere well to rest for an hour or twain,<br>And botch the shattered plates again.&quot;<br> And he answered, &quot;Make it so.&quot;<br> <br>She opened fire within the mile --<br> As ye shoot at the flying duck --<br>And the great stern-gun shot fair and true,<br>With the heave of the ship, to the stainless blue,<br> And the great stern-turret stuck.<br> <br>&quot;Captain, the turret fills with steam,<br> The feed-pipes burst below --<br>You can hear the hiss of the helpless ram,<br>You can hear the twisted runners jam.&quot;<br> And he answered, &quot;Turn and go!&quot;<br> <br>It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~,<br> And grimly did she roll;<br>Swung round to take the cruiser's fire<br>As the White Whale faces the Thresher's ire<br> When they war by the frozen Pole.<br> <br>&quot;Captain, the shells are falling fast,<br> And faster still fall we;<br>And it is not meet for English stock<br>To bide in the heart of an eight-day clock<br> The death they cannot see.&quot;<br> <br>&quot;Lie down, lie down, my bold A.B.,<br> We drift upon her beam;<br>We dare not ram, for she can run;<br>And dare ye fire another gun,<br> And die in the peeling steam?&quot;<br> <br>It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~<br> That carried an armour-belt;<br>But fifty feet at stern and bow<br>Lay bare as the paunch of the purser's sow,<br> To the hail of the ~Nordenfeldt~.<br> <br>&quot;Captain, they hack us through and through;<br> The chilled steel bolts are swift!<br>We have emptied the bunkers in open sea,<br>Their shrapnel bursts where our coal should be.&quot;<br> And he answered, &quot;Let her drift.&quot;<br> <br>It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~,<br> Swung round upon the tide,<br>Her two dumb guns glared south and north,<br>And the blood and the bubbling steam ran forth,<br> And she ground the cruiser's side.<br> <br>&quot;Captain, they cry, the fight is done,<br> They bid you send your sword.&quot;<br>And he answered, &quot;Grapple her stern and bow.<br>They have asked for the steel. They shall have it now;<br> Out cutlasses and board!&quot;<br> <br>It was our war-ship ~Clampherdown~<br> Spewed up four hundred men;<br>And the scalded stokers yelped delight,<br>As they rolled in the waist and heard the fight<br> Stamp o'er their steel-walled pen.<br> <br>They cleared the cruiser end to end,<br> From conning-tower to hold.<br>They fought as they fought in Nelson's fleet;<br>They were stripped to the waist, they were bare to the feet,<br> As it was in the days of old.<br> <br>It was the sinking ~Clampherdown~<br> Heaved up her battered side --<br>And carried a million pounds in steel,<br>To the cod and the corpse-fed conger-eel,<br> And the scour of the Channel tide.<br> <br>It was the crew of the ~Clampherdown~<br> Stood out to sweep the sea,<br>On a cruiser won from an ancient foe,<br>As it was in the days of long ago,<br> And as it still shall be.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 Would sweep the Channel clean,
Wherefore she kept her hatches close
When the merry Channel chops arose,
 To save the bleached marine.
 
She had one bow-gun of a hundred ton,
 And a great stern-gun beside;
They d..."></div>
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