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L'Entente Cordiale
On board the “Victory,” Portsmouth, 9th August, 1905.
The old ship woke with all her battle pride
To hear French guns make thunder on the shore,
And swift to rule his “Victory” once more
Rose up the Admiral who has never died;
But as he felt that wound he could not hide,
And paced the poop still purple-dark with gore,
The Marseillaise rang out; and floating o'er
The Jack and Tricolour flew side by side.
To hear French guns make thunder on the shore,
And swift to rule his “Victory” once more
Rose up the Admiral who has never died;
But as he felt that wound he could not hide,
And paced the poop still purple-dark with gore,
The Marseillaise rang out; and floating o'er
The Jack and Tricolour flew side by side.
Then I beheld those large and lustrous eyes
That saw peace glorious through the mist of war,
And duty clear through dying, filled with tears
To think, tho' sundered by a hundred years,
Old foes were friends, and walked with glad surprise
The decks that wrought the doom of Trafalgar.
That saw peace glorious through the mist of war,
And duty clear through dying, filled with tears
To think, tho' sundered by a hundred years,
Old foes were friends, and walked with glad surprise
The decks that wrought the doom of Trafalgar.
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