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Rebellion Record: a Diary of American Events: Poetry and Incidents., Volume 7. (ed. Frank Moore), Songs of the rebels: the Florida's Cruise. (search)
He called us all aft, and these words he did say: “I'm bound to run out, boys; up anchor, away!” Our hull was well whitewashed, our sails were all stowed, Our steam was chock up, and the fresh wind it blowed; As we crawled along by them, the Yanks gave a shout-- We dropped all our canvas, and opened her out. You'd have thought them all mad if you'd heard the cursed racket They made upon seeing our flash little packet; Their boatswains did pipe, and the blue lights did play, And the great Drummond light, it turned night into day. The Cuyler, a boat that's unrivalled for speed, Quick let slip her cables, and quickly indeed She thought for to catch us, and keep us in play, Till her larger companions could get under way. She chased and she chased, till at dawning of day From her backers she thought she was too far away; So she gave up the chase, and reported, no doubt, That she'd sunk us and burnt us — somewhere thereabout. So when we were out, boys, all on the salt sea, We brought the <