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' A sayle, a sayle, under our lee, Yea, and another under her obey.'
'Weigh anchor! weigh anchor, O jolly boat-swain, We wil take this Frenchman if we can.'
We had not sayled leagues two or three,
But we met the Frenchman of war upon the sea,
' All haile, all haile, you lusty gallants,
Of whence is your faire ship and whither are you bound ?'
' O, wee are merchant-men and bound for Safee.' ' I, and wee are French-men, and war upon the sea.
' Amaine, amaine, you English dogges!'
' Come aboard, you French rogue, and strike down your sailes.'
The first good shot the George-Aloe (made), He made the French-men's hearts sore afraid.
The second shot the George-Aloe did afford, He struck their mainmast over the board.
' Have mercy, have mercy, you brave Englishmen,' ' O what have you done with our brethren, As they sayled in Barbarie ?'
' Wee laid them aboard on the starboard side, And we threw them into the sea so wide.'
' Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, Then the like mercy shall you have againe.
Wee laid them aboard on the larboard side, And we threw them into the sea so'wide.
Lord ! how it grieves our hearts full sore,
To see the drowned French-men swim along the shore.
Now, gallant sea-men all, adieu, Wi'tA hey, with hoe, for and a nony no ; This is the latest newes that I can write to you, To England's coast from Barbarie. |
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