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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=510911" 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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It was our war-ship Clampherdown,<br>Fell in with a cruiser light<br>That carried the dainty Hotchkiss gun<br>And a pair of heels wherewith to run<br>From the grip of a close-fought fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 dropped like a lily tired<br>That lolls upon the stalk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Captain, they hack us through and through;<br>The chilled steel bolts are swift!<br>We have emptied our bunkers in open sea,<br>Their shrapnel bursts where our coal should be.&quot;<br>And he answered, &quot;Let her drift.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&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;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">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 dipped t..."></div>
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