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On the sea and at the Hogue sixteen hundred ninety two	A
Did the English fight the French woe to France	B
And the thirty first of May helter skelter thro' the blue	A
Like a crowd of frightened porpoises a shoal of sharks pursue	A
Came crowding ship on ship to St Malo on the Rance	B
With the English fleet in view	A
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'Twas the squadron that escaped with the victor in full chase	C
First and foremost of the drove in his great ship Damfreville	A
Close on him fled great and small	A
Twenty two good ships in all	A
And they signalled to the place	C
'Help the winners of a race	C
Get us guidance give us harbor take us quick or quicker still	A
Here's the English can and will '	-
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Then the pilots of the place put out brisk and leapt on board	D
'Why what hope or chance have ships like these to pass ' laughed they	E
'Rocks to starboard rocks to port all the passage scarred and scored	D
Shall the ' Formidable ' here with her twelve and eighty guns	F
Think to make the river mouth by the single narrow way	E
Trust to enter where 'tis ticklish for a craft of twenty tons	F
And with flow at full beside	G
Now 'tis slackest ebb of tide	G
Reach the mooring Rather say	E
While rock stands or water runs	F
Not a ship will leave the bay '	-
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Then was called a council straight	H
Brief and bitter the debate	H
'Here's the English at our heels would you have them take in tow	I
All that's left us of the fleet linked together stern and bow	J
For a prize to Plymouth Sound	K
Better run the ships aground '	-
Ended Damfreville his speech	L
Not a minute more to wait	H
'Let the Captains all and each	L
Shove ashore then blow up burn the vessels on the beach	L
France must undergo her fate	H
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'Give the word ' But no such word	M
Was ever spoke or heard	M
For up stood for out stepped for in struck amid all these	N
A Captain A Lieutenant A Mate first second third	M
No such man of mark and meet	O
With his betters to compete	O
But a simple Breton sailor pressed by Tourville for the fleet	O
A poor coasting pilot he Herve Riel the Croisickese	N
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And 'What mockery or malice have we here ' cries Herve Riel	A
'Are you mad you Malouins Are you cowards fools or rogues	N
Talk to me of rocks and shoals me who took the soundings tell	A
On my fingers every bank every shallow every swell	A
'Twixt the offing here and Greve where the river disembogues	N
Are you bought by English gold Is it love the lying's for	P
Morn and eve night and day	E
Have I piloted your bay	E
Entered free and anchored fast at the foot of Solidor	P
Burn the fleet and ruin France That were worse than fifty Hogues	N
Sirs they know I speak the truth Sirs believe me there's a way	E
Only let me lead the line	Q
Have the biggest ship to steer	P
Get this ' Formidable ' clear	P
Make the others follow mine	Q
And I lead them most and least by a passage I know well	A
Right to Solidor past Greve	R
And there lay them safe and sound	K
And if one ship misbehave	S
Keel so much as grate the ground	K
Why I've nothing but my life here's my head ' cries Herve Riel	A
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Not a minute more to wait	H
'Steer us in then small and great	H
Take the helm lead the line save the squadron ' cried its chief	T
Captains give the sailor place	N
He is Admiral in brief	T
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Still the north wind by God's grace	N
See the noble fellow's face	N
As the big ship with a bound	K
Clears the entry like a hound	K
Keeps the passage as its inch of way were the wide sea's profound	K
See safe thro' shoal and rock	U
How they follow in a flock	U
Not a ship that misbehaves not a keel that grates the ground	K
Not a spar that comes to grief	T
The peril see is past	V
All are harboured to the last	V
And just as Herve Kiel hollas 'Anchor ' sure as fate	H
Up the English come too late	H
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So the storm subsides to calm	W
They see the green trees wave	S
On the heights o'erlooking Greve	R
Hearts that bled are staunched with balm	W
'Just our rapture to enhance	N
Let the English rake the bay	E
Gnash their teeth and glare askance	N
As they cannonade away	E
'Neath rampired Solidor pleasant riding on the Rance '	-
How hope succeeds despair on each Captain's countenance	N
Out burst all with one accord	D
'This is Paradise for Hell	A
Let France let France's King	X
Thank the man that did the thing '	-
What a shout and all one word	M
'Herve Riel '	-
As he stepped in front once more	P
Not a symptom of surprise	N
In the frank blue Breton eyes	N
Just the same man as before	P
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Then said Damfreville 'My friend	Y
I must speak out at the end	Y
Tho' I find the speaking hard	Z
Praise is deeper than the lips	N
You have saved the King his ships	N
You must name your own reward	D
'Faith our sun was near eclipse	N
Demand whate'er you will	A
France remains your debtor still	A
Ask to heart's content and have or my name's not Damfreville '	-
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Then a beam of fun outbroke	X
On the bearded mouth that spoke	X
As the honest heart laughed through	P
Those frank eyes of Breton blue	P
'Since I needs must say my say	E
Since on board the duty's done	A2
And from Malo Roads to Croisic Point what is it but a run	A2
Since 'tis ask and have I may	E
Since the others go ashore	P
Come A good whole holiday	E
Leave to go and see my wife whom I call the Belle Aurore '	-
That he asked and that he got nothing more	P
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Name and deed alike are lost	B2
Not a pillar nor a post	C2
In his Croisic keeps alive the feat as it befell	A
Not a head in white and black	X
On a single fishing smack	X
In memory of the man but for whom had gone to wrack	X
All that France saved from the fight whence England bore the bell	A
Go to Paris rank on rank	X
Search the heroes flung pell mell	A
On the Louvre face and flank	X
You shall look long enough ere you come to Herve Riel	A
So for better and for worse	N
Herve Riel accept my verse	N
In my verse Herve Riel do thou once more	P
Save the squadron honour France love thy wife the Belle Aurore	P

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