The Bright Medusa

(1807)     She's the daughter of the breeze,     She's the darling of the seas,         And we call her, if you please, the bright Medu--sa;     From beneath her bosom bare     To the snakes among her hair         She's a flash o' golden light, the bright Medu--sa.     When the ensign dips above     And the guns are all for love,         She's as gentle as a dove, the bright Medu--sa;     But when the shot's in rack     And her forestay flies the Jack,         He's a merry man would slight the bright Medu--sa.     When she got the word to go     Up to Monte Video,         There she found the river low, the bright Medu--sa;     So she tumbled out her guns     And a hundred of her sons,         And she taught the Dons to fight the bright Medu--sa.     When the foeman can be found     With the pluck to cross her ground,         First she walks him round and round, the bright Medu--sa;     Then she rakes him fore and aft     Till he's just a jolly raft,         And she grabs him like a kite, the bright Medu--sa.     She's the daughter of the breeze,     She's the darling of the seas,         And you'll call her, if you please, the bright Medu--sa;     For till England's sun be set--     And it's not for setting yet--         She shall bear her name by right, the bright Medu--sa.