She's the daughter of the breeze
She's the darling of the seas
And we call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_;
From beneath her bosom bare
To the snakes among her hair
She's a flash o' golden light, the bright _Medu--sa_
When the ensign dips above
And the guns are all for love
She's as gentle as a dove, the bright _Medu--sa_;
But when the shot's in rack
And her forestay flies the Jack
He's a merry man would slight the bright _Medu--sa_
When she got the word to go
Up to Monte Video
There she found the river low, the bright _Medu--sa_;
So she tumbled out her guns
And a hundred of her sons
And she taught the Dons to fight the bright _Medu--sa_
When the foeman can be found
With the pluck to cross her ground
First she walks him round and round, the bright _Medu--sa_;
Then she rakes him fore and aft
Till he's just a jolly raft
And she grabs him like a kite, the bright _Medu--sa_
She's the daughter of the breeze
She's the darling of the seas
And you'll call her, if you please, the bright _Medu--sa_;
For till England's sun be set--
And it's not for setting yet--
She shall bear her name by right, the bright _Medu--sa_
The Bright Medusa was written by Henry Newbolt.