THAT GALLANT BRITISH RAID.

Free Lance, Volume XVII, Issue 929, 2 May 1918, Page 3

THAT GALLANT BRITISH RAID.

" Who'll go with me?" said the Captain brave, It may ba to death, with the sea for a grave ; The submarines hide near the Zeebrugge mole .And Ostend pier ; they taie grim toll Of oar good ships •, who'll sail with me To hunt oat the nests of these wasps of the sea, Slock up their doors, though they're guarded well, And brave with me their shot and shell ?" Then rushed to his standard those Britons bold, &nd fought as their fathers fought of old.

Three times the crews of their foremost gun Lay dead on the deck are the deed was done, But others, undaunted, came forward and filled The gaps left by those whom death's hand had stilled They blew up the gates of the Bruges canal And on. Zeebruge mole held red carnival; They closed, with old ships, the sea wasps' door, And sent Hun destroyers to the ocean floor.

Shad* of Sir Francis Drake: Bravo, Key is I Locking the Kaiier in i, quite as good as singeing the King of Spain's beard.

Then, battered and scarred, but floating yet, The Vindictive steamed home with her decks blood wet, And the fame 01" her men and of Admiral Keyes Is ringing across Jhe world's wide seas. 'Tis proved again, as 'twas done of yore, 'ihat the British seaman, by sea or shore, Can fight as he fonght; when Nelson Jed. With his flag nailed close to the high masthead ; And can face certain death, to keep us free From all foreign power, in our Isles of the Sea.— J.C.T.