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
To the snakes among her hair She's a flash o' golden light, the bright
Medu--sa_.
When the ensign dips
And the guns are all for love, She's as gentle as a dove, the bright
Medu--sa_;
But when the shot's in
And her forestay flies the Jack, He's a merry man would slight the bright
Medu--sa_.
When she got the word to
Up to Monte Video, There she found the river low, the bright
Medu--sa_;
So she tumbled out her
And a hundred of her sons, And she taught the Dons to fight the bright
Medu--sa_.
When the foeman can be
With the pluck to cross her ground, First she walks him round and round, the bright
Medu--sa_;
Then she rakes him fore and
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_.
