A final wave, a last good-bye and she
Set out to oceans deep and endless sky
To paradise, a sea of tyranny,
To warmer climes wherein the enemies lie.
What ensign do we hail, for yesterday
That long time nemesis became a friend?
The other p'wer-that-be had found a way
To bring two nations'compact to an end.
Her crew had climbed the wall and spiked the guns.
She did not fire nor wage a brutal fight.
'Twas best the privateer tried not to run.
No match for such a frigate and her might.

A ship will live when people know her worth.
And so she lives because of noble birth.

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