His Majesty's Ship Invictus
Patrolling this part of ocean
we met French vessel of line.
The white streak neath gunnel
showed us a many gun ship,
a very dangerous
lady of war
We beat fast before a strong wind.
Our gun ports were opened wide.
Giving and taking much
the splinters were everywhere.
Fortune smiled now on us.
Wind filled our sails.
We went about crossing the T
to give them twenty-four shot.
The Frogs took ball and flame
real badly, their sheets and spars
torn and splintered, their bow
was shot clean away.
His Majesty's Ship, Invictus,
with will that couldn't be stopped,
demanded surrender
of French ship that listed and
burned intensely, seen as
lost beyond doubt.
Flag came down and men rowed away.
I accepted captain's sword
and sent doctor forward
to help with the wounded men.
We watched as the vessel
went under waves.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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