WHEN the Washington ship by the English was beat, They sent her to England to shew their great feat, And Sandwich straightway, as a proof of his spunk, Dashed out her old name, and called her the Monk. "This MONK hated Rebels (said Sandy)-'od rot 'em, "So heave her down quickly, and copper her bottom; "With the sloops of our navy we'll have her enrolled, "And manned with picked sailors, to make her feel bold. "To shew that our king is both valiant and good, "Some guns shall be iron, and others be wood; "And, in truth, (tho' I wish not the secret to spread) "All her guns should be wooden -- to suit with his head." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A MENDOCINO MEMORY by EDWIN MARKHAM AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON MEN WHO MARCH AWAY' (SONG OF THE SOLDIERS) by THOMAS HARDY OF MAN'S MORTALITY by SIMON WASTELL THE SPROUTING BOARD by AL-ISRA'ILI WHY DRINK WINE by HENRY ALDRICH THE INNOCENT MAGICIAN; OR, A CHARM AGAINST LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |