Now north, ondriven with hot coals of wrath,
While all our home nerves vibrate hope and fear,
Will the dark Spainiard bar her perilous path?
Must one fight six? Oh, could we see and hear!
Not they disturbed who towards the battle guide her!
Not she , the lithe and springing water tiger!
On to the rescue day and night she runs
With men who force the fires,
With men who load the guns.