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Ten Miles Off Quoddy's Head
From out of the fog she came Just ten miles off Quoddy's Head. Every English sailor feared that name. The fiercest ship upon the sea, The monster frigate they called LaVictorie. "Britisher, tonight death you'll meet!" Came the boast of Capain Jean LaRue. "Another victory too easy I'll take, I have the biggest guns, the fastest ship, The finest crew of all the French fleet." Soon the battle was over, gone the noise. Beneath murky waves slid so many, Bravesailors all, some were old, some were boys. England hears no more, Captain LaRue, The boasts of your lips, no cannon roar, No murmurs from your crew, Only gentle lappings of waves in the fore. For there's only silence from the dead, As in company with your own you lie, Eight fathoms down, ten miles from Quoddy's Head. |