p.2 From the Cornwall Observer.
The following poetic effusion descriptive of the destruction of the Sir Robert Peel is one of the best specimens of the kind that we have seen for many a day. It savours a little of the happy style of John Smyth, but leaves that gentleman's composition in the shade to all intents and purposes.
Burning of the Sir Robert Peel.
In the soft month of May,
Of the year thirty-eight,
At the close of the month,
One night very late,
Down in the narrow n'ar where they catch eel
Lay her Majesty's steamer the Sir Robert Peel.
By chance it so happened,
Or was so understood;
As the aforesaid steamer
Stopt there to wood,
From the power of 3 row boats lightly of heel,
Sprang a band of bold fellows on board of the Peel.
They said to the Captain,
Likewise to his crew,
Remember the Caroline,
And the brave loyal Drew,
Then pack up your baggage, for just now we wheel
Fully determned to burn the Peel.
They cut both her fasts,
And out in the stream
Cast both her anchors,
And blowed of her steam,
Then fired her, and, as she burned to the keel,
Said our wrongs in part are avenged by the Peel.
See the light pinnace draws near the shore,
Swiftly it glides at the heave of our oar,
Cheerly it plays on its buoyant keel,
And soon the Great Britain may follow the Peel.