On the eighteenth of October we lay in Bantry Bay,
All ready to set sail, with a fresh and steady gale:
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An awesome narrative of the catastrophe faced by the crew of the war ship.
And staggered like a mountain drunk, he is describing the ship in the storm.Beautiful and meticulous description. From a genius mind. How to describe is perhaps culturally determined.We, here in India , perhaps have never called a swinging ship as a drunk mountain.
A beautiful poem about the lost of a whole ship's crew at Bantry Bay. Greatest tragedy.5 Stars