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All honour the brave
Who act at duty's call;
Who scorn the coward's grave,
And dauntless stand or fall.
A wreath let fancy twine
About each hero's head,
And memory, in her shrine,
Record the illustrious dead;
And while their praise the muses sing,
Let gratitude her tribute bring.
Enrolled among the brave
Let Buttrey's name appear,
Who scorned himself to save
While others perished near;
But nobly kept his post
While others, shrinking, fled
Till, when his ship was lost,
The waves closed o'er his head.
Yet hear his words float o'er the sea,
"Save yourselves, lads, never mind me."
The praises of the brave
In ocean waves shall ring,
And over Buttrey's grave
Sea-winds a requiem sing;
But Buttrey's deed and name
We'll write in letters clear,
And in the haunts of fame
His memory revere,
And send those words from sea to sea,
"Save yourselves, lads, never mind me." |
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