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I	A
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Have a care the bailiffs cried	B
From their cockleshell that lay	C
Off the frigate's yellow side	B
Tossing on Scarborough Bay	C
While the forty sail it convoyed on a bowline stretched away	C
Take your chicks beneath your wings	D
And your claws and feathers spread	E
Ere the hawk upon them springs	D
Ere around Flamborough Head	E
Swoops Paul Jones the Yankee falcon with his beak and talons red	E
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II	A
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How we laughed my mate and I	A
On the Bon Homme Richard's deck	F
As we saw that convoy fly	A
Like a snow squall till each fleck	F
Melted in the twilight shadows of the coast line speck by speck	F
And scuffling back to shore	G
The Scarborough bailiffs sped	E
As the Richard with a roar	G
Of her cannon round the Head	E
Crossed her royal yards and signaled to her consort Chase ahead	E
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III	A
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But the devil seize Landais	D
In that consort ship of France	D
For the shabby lubber way	C
That he worked the Alliance	D
In the offing nor a broadside fired save to our mischance	D
When tumbling to the van	H
With his battle lanterns set	I
Rose the burly Englishman	J
'Gainst our hull as black as jet	I
Rode the yellow sided Serapis and all alone we met	I
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IV	-
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All alone though far at sea	D
Hung his consort rounding to	K
All alone though on our lee	D
Fought our Pallas stanch and true	K
For the first broadside around us both a smoky circle drew	K
And like champions in a ring	L
There was cleared a little space	D
Scarce a cable's length to swing	L
Ere we grappled in embrace	D
All the world shut out around us and we only face to face	D
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V	D
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Then awoke all hell below	M
From that broadside doubly curst	K
For our long eighteens in row	M
Leaped the first discharge and burst	K
And on deck our men came pouring fearing their own guns the worst	K
And as dumb we lay till through	K
Smoke and flame and bitter cry	A
Hailed the Serapis Have you	K
Struck your colors Our reply	A
We have not yet begun to fight went shouting to the sky	A
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VI	A
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Roux of Brest old fisher lay	C
Like a herring gasping here	N
Bunker of Nantucket Bay	C
Blown from out the port dropped sheer	O
Half a cable's length to leeward yet we faintly raised a cheer	O
As with his own right hand	K
Our Commodore made fast	K
The foeman's head gear and	K
The Richard's mizzen mast	K
And in that death lock clinging held us there from first to last	K
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VII	A
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Yet the foeman gun on gun	J
Through the Richard tore a road	K
With his gunners' rammers run	J
Through our ports at every load	K
Till clear the blue beyond us through our yawning timbers showed	K
Yet with entrails torn we clung	P
Like the Spartan to our fox	D
And on deck no coward tongue	P
Wailed the enemy's hard knocks	D
Nor that all below us trembled like a wreck upon the rocks	D
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VIII	A
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Then a thought rose in my brain	Q
As through Channel mists the sun	J
From our tops a fire like rain	Q
Drove below decks every one	J
Of the enemy's ship's company to hide or work a gun	J
And that thought took shape as I	A
On the Richard s yard lay out	K
That a man might do and die	A
If the doing brought about	K
Freedom for his home and country and his messmates' cheering shout	K
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IX	D
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Then I crept out in the dark	R
Till I hung above the hatch	S
Of the Serapis a mark	R
For her marksmen with a match	S
And a hand grenade but lingered just a moment more to snatch	S
One last look at sea and sky	A
At the lighthouse on the hill	T
At the harvest moon on high	A
And our pine flag fluttering still	T
Then turned and down her yawning throat I launched that devil's pill	T
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X	D
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Then a blank was all between	U
As the flames around me spun	J
Had I fired the magazine	U
Was the victory lost or won	J
Nor knew I till the fight was o'er but half my work was done	J
For I lay among the dead	K
In the cockpit of our foe	A
With a roar above my head	K
Till a trampling to and fro	A
And a lantern showed my mate's face and I knew what now you know	A

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