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bart wolffe - the bright medusa lyrics

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 forеstay flies the jack
he’s a mеrry 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_

- bart wolffe lyrics

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