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I	A
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AT Flores in the Azores Sir Richard Grenville lay	B
And a pinnace like a flutter d bird came flying from far away	B
Spanish ships of war at sea we have sighted fifty three	C
Then sware Lord Thomas Howard Fore God I am no coward	D
But I cannot meet them here for my ships are out of gear	E
And the half my men are sick I must fly but follow quick	F
We are six ships of the line can we fight with fifty three	C
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II	A
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Then spake Sir Richard Grenville I know you are no coward	D
You fly them for a moment to fight with them again	G
But I ve ninety men and more that are lying sick ashore	H
I should count myself the coward if I left them my Lord Howard	D
To these Inquisition dogs and the devildoms of Spain	I
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III	A
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So Lord Howard past away with five ships of war that day	B
Till he melted like a cloud in the silent summer heaven	J
But Sir Richard bore in hand all his sick men from the land	K
Very carefully and slow	L
Men of Bideford in Devon	J
And we laid them on the ballast down below	L
For we brought them all aboard	M
And they blest him in their pain that they were not left to Spain	I
To the thumb screw and the stake for the glory of the Lord	M
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IV	-
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He had only a hundred seamen to work the ship and to fight	N
And he sailed away from Flores till the Spaniard came in sight	N
With his huge sea castles heaving upon the weather bow	O
Shall we fight or shall we fly	A
Good Sir Richard tell us now	O
For to fight is but to die	A
There ll be little of us left by the time this sun be set	P
And Sir Richard said again We be all good Englishmen	J
Let us bang these dogs of Seville the children of the devil	Q
For I never turn d my back upon Don or devil yet	P
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V	-
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Sir Richard spoke and he laugh d and we roar d a hurrah and so	L
The little Revenge ran on sheer into the heart of the foe	L
With her hundred fighters on deck and her ninety sick below	L
For half of their fleet to the right and half to the left were seen	R
And the little Revenge ran on thro the long sea lane between	R
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VI	A
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Thousands of their soldiers look d down from their decks and laugh d	-
Thousands of their seamen made mock at the mad little craft	S
Running on and on till delay d	-
By their mountain like San Philip that of fifteen hundred tons	T
And up shadowing high above us with her yawning tiers of guns	T
Took the breath from our sails and we stay d	-
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VII	A
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And while now the great San Philip hung above us like a cloud	U
Whence the thunderbolt will fall	V
Long and loud	U
Four galleons drew away	B
From the Spanish fleet that day	B
And two upon the larboard and two upon the starboard lay	B
And the battle thunder broke from them all	V
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VIII	A
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But anon the great San Philip she bethought herself and went	W
Having that within her womb that had left her ill content	W
And the rest they came aboard us and they fought us hand to hand	K
For a dozen times they came with their pikes and musqueteers	T
And a dozen times we shook em off as a dog that shakes his ears	T
When he leaps from the water to the land	K
IX	T
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And the sun went down and the stars came out far over the summer sea	T
But never a moment ceased the fight of the one and the fifty three	T
Ship after ship the whole night long their high built galleons came	X
Ship after ship the whole night long with her battle thunder and flame	X
Ship after ship the whole night long drew back with her dead and her shame	X
For some were sunk and many were shatter d and so could fight us no more	H
God of battles was ever a battle like this in the world before	H
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X	T
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For he said Fight on fight on	Y
Tho his vessel was all but a wreck	Z
And it chanced that when half of the short summer night was gone With a grisly wound to be drest he had left the deck	Z
But a bullet struck him that was dressing it suddenly dead	A2
And himself he was wounded again in the side and the head	A2
And he said Fight on fight on	Y
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XI	T
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And the night went down and the sun smiled out far over the summer sea	T
And the Spanish fleet with broken sides lay round us all in a ring	B2
But they dared not touch us again for they fear d that we still could sting	B2
So they watch d what the end would be	T
And we had not fought them in vain	I
But in perilous plight were we	T
Seeing forty of our poor hundred were slain	I
And half of the rest of us maim d for life	A
In the crash of the cannonades and the desperate strife	A
And the sick men down in the hold were most of them stark and cold	C2
And the pikes were all broken or bent and the powder was all of it spent	W
And the masts and the rigging were lying over the side	D2
But Sir Richard cried in his English pride	D2
We have fought such a fight for a day and a night	N
As may never be fought again	G
We have won great glory my men	G
And a day less or more	H
At sea or ashore	H
We die does it matter when	G
Sink me the ship Master Gunner sink her split her in twain	I
Fall into the hands of God not into the hands of Spain	I
XII	T
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And the gunner said Ay ay but the seamen made reply	A
We have children we have wives	T
And the Lord hath spared our lives	T
We will make the Spaniard promise if we yield to let us go	L
We shall live to fight again and to strike another blow	L
And the lion there lay dying and they yielded to the foe	L
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XIII	T
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And the stately Spanish men to their flagship bore him then	G
Where they laid him by the mast old Sir Richard caught at last	E2
And they praised him to his face with their courtly foreign grace	T
But he rose upon their decks and he cried	D2
I have fought for Queen and Faith like a valiant man and true	F2
I have only done my duty as a man is bound to do	F2
With a joyful spirit I Sir Richard Grenville die	A
And he fell upon their decks and he died	D2
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XIV	L
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And they stared at the dead that had been so valiant and true	F2
And had holden the power and glory of Spain so cheap	G2
That he dared her with one little ship and his English few	F2
Was he devil or man He was devil for aught they knew	F2
But they sank his body with honor down into the deep	G2
And they mann d the Revenge with a swarthier alien crew	F2
And away she sail d with her loss and long d for her own	H2
When a wind from the lands they had ruin d awoke from sleep	G2
And the water began to heave and the weather to moan	H2
And or ever that evening ended a great gale blew	F2
And a wave like the wave that is raised by an earthquake grew	F2
Till it smote on their hulls and their sails and their masts and their flags	T
And the whole sea plunged and fell on the shot shatter d navy of Spain	I
And the little Revenge herself went down by the island crags	T
To be lost evermore in the main	I

Alfred Lord Tennyson

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