English Poetry. Henry Newbolt. The Bright Medusa. Генри Ньюболт.

Henry Newbolt (Генри Ньюболт)

The Bright Medusa

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.

Henry Newbolt’s other poems:

1. The Death of Admiral Blake
2. The Quarter-Gunner’s Yarn
3. For a Trafalgar Cenotaph
4. The Gay Gordons
5. The Non-Combatant

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