She's the daughter of the breeze, <br />She's the darling of the seas, <br />And we call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_; <br />From beneath her bosom bare <br />To the snakes among her hair <br />She's a flash o' golden light, the bright _Medu--sa_. <br /> <br />When the ensign dips above <br />And the guns are all for love, <br />She's as gentle as a dove, the bright _Medu--sa_; <br />But when the shot's in rack <br />And her forestay flies the Jack, <br />He's a merry man would slight the bright _Medu--sa_. <br /> <br />When she got the word to go <br />Up to Monte Video, <br />There she found the river low, the bright _Medu--sa_; <br />So she tumbled out her guns <br />And a hundred of her sons, <br />And she taught the Dons to fight the bright _Medu--sa_. <br /> <br />When the foeman can be found <br />With the pluck to cross her ground, <br />First she walks him round and round, the bright _Medu--sa_; <br />Then she rakes him fore and aft <br />Till he's just a jolly raft, <br />And she grabs him like a kite, the bright _Medu--sa_. <br /> <br />She's the daughter of the breeze, <br />She's the darling of the seas, <br />And you'll call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_; <br />For till England's sun be set-- <br />And it's not for setting yet-- <br />She shall bear her name by right, the bright _Medu--sa_.<br /><br />Sir Henry Newbolt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bright-medusa/
