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The Bright Medusa

(1807)

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 bareTo the snakes among her hairShe's a flash o' golden light, the bright Medu—sa.
When the ensign dips aboveAnd the guns are all for love,She's as gentle as a dove, the bright Medu—sa;But when the shot's in rackAnd her forestay flies the Jack,He's a merry man would slight the bright Medu—sa.
When she got the word to goUp to Monte Video,There she found the river low, the bright Medu—sa;So she tumbled out her gunsAnd a hundred of her sons,And she taught the Dons to fight the bright Medu—sa.

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