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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=519277" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Old Superb</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The wind was rising easterly, the morning sky was blue,<br>The Straits before us opened wide and free;<br>We looked towards the Admiral, where high the Peter flew,<br>And all our hearts were dancing like the sea.<br>'The French are gone to Martinique with four and twenty sail!<br>The Old _Superb_ is old and foul and slow,<br>But the French are gone to Martinique, and Nelson's on the trail.<br>And where he goes the Old _Superb_ must go!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,<br>And 'Ship ahoy!' a hundred times a day;<br>Round the world if need be, and round the world again,<br>With a lame duck lagging all the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The Old _Superb_ was barnacled and green as grass below,<br>Her sticks were only fit for stirring grog;<br>The pride of all her midshipmen was silent long ago,<br>And long ago they ceased to heave the log.<br>Four year out from home she was, and ne'er a week in port,<br>And nothing save the guns aboard her bright;<br>But Captain Keats he knew the game, and swore to share the sport,<br>For he never yet came in too late to fight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,<br>And 'Ship ahoy!' a hundred times a day;<br>Round the world if need be, and round the world again,<br>With a lame duck lagging all the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Now up, my lads,' the Captain cried, 'for sure the case were hard<br>If longest out were first to fall behind;<br>Aloft, aloft with studding sails, and lash them on the yard,<br>For night and day the Trades are driving blind!'<br>So all day long and all day long behind the fleet we crept,<br>And how we fretted none but Nelson guessed;<br>But every night the Old _Superb_ she sailed when others slept,<br>Till we ran the French to earth with all the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, 'twas Westward ho! for Trinidad, and Eastward ho! for Spain,<br>And 'Ship ahoy!' a hundred times a day;<br>Round the world if need be, and round the world again,<br>With a lame duck lagging all the way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Sir+Henry+Newbolt">Sir Henry Newbolt</a><div class=q>
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