THE ARETHUSA The Arethusa Come, all ye jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould, While English glory I unfold, Hurra for the Arethusa! She is a frigate tight and brave As ever stemmed the dashing wave; Her men are staunch to their fav’rite launch, And when the foe shall meet our fire, Sooner than strike we’ll all … Weiterlesen →