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Good Fortune she our courage crown'd, Or else aboard on us they'd found The sum of fourscore thousand pound,
Besides all other lading: Could they but once have seen us fall, Their booty then had not been small, Two hundred thousand pound in all;
This would have spoil'd our trading.
I hope we gave them all their due, Yet sav'd our coyn and cargo too. Believe me, this is perfect true,
It is no feigned story : For though our foes were five to one, Yet we at last did make them run : And when we see our work was done
To God we gave the glory,
Who did indeed our rights maintain ; For in this skirmish on the main Of us there was but one man slain,
And seven others wounded : But those that sought our overthrow, They lost a many more, we know. Thus Providence did kindness show
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A COPY OF VERSES, COMPOSED BY CAPTAIN HENRY EVERY, LATELY GONE TO SEA TO SEEK HIS FORTUNE.
To the Tune of The Two English Travellers.
Come, all you brave boys, whose courage is bold, Will you venture with me ? I'll glut you with gold. Make haste unto Corona : a ship you will find, That's called the Fancy, will pleasure your mind.
Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own; He will box her about, boys, before he has done : French, Spaniard, and Portuguese, the heathen likewise, He has made a war with them until that he dies.
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