But as we ranged ahead, And the leading ships worked in, Losing their hope to win, The enemy turned and fled — And one seeks a shallow reach; And another, winged in her flight, Our mate, brave Jouett, brings in; And one, all torn in the fight, Runs for a wreck on the beach, Where her flames soon fire the night. And the Ram, when well up the Bay, And we looked that our stems should meet, (He had us fair for a prey,) Shifting his helm midway, Sheered off, and ran for the fleet; There, without skulking or sham, He fought them, gun for gun. And ever he sought to ram, But could finish never a one. From the first of the iron shower Till we sent our parting shell, 'Twas just one savage hour Of the roar and the rage of hell. Steering up with the stream, And, as he still drew nigher, Ever on bow and beam Quickly breasting the wave, Monongahela went in High in the mizzen shroud, (Lest the smoke his sight o'er- Our Admiral's voice rang loud, |