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Twas the Ruby and Noah's Ark fought the French, fought the
French, 'Twas the Ruby and Noah's Ark fought the French ; For there was ten in all, Poor souls, they fought them all;
They valued them not at all, would not flinch, would not flinch,
They valued them, etc.
Hard fortune that it was, by chain shot, by chain shot, Hard fortune that it was, by chain shot, Our admiral lost his leg, And of his men did beg,
' Fight on, my British boys ; 'tis my lot, 'tis my lot j
Fight on,' etc.
While the surgeon dressed his wounds thus he said, thus he said, While the surgeon dressed his wounds thus he said : ' Let my cradle now in haste On the quarter-deck be placed,
That mine enemies I may face till I'm dead, till I'm dead,
That mine enemies,' etc.
And there bold Benbow lay, crying, ' Boys,' crying, 'Boys,' And there bold Benbow lay, crying, ' Boys,' ' Let us tack about once more; We'll drive them all on shore :
I value not a score, nor their noise, nor their noise,
/ value not a score,' etc.
[Unsupported thus he fought, nor would run, nor would run, Unsupported thus he fought, nor would run Till his ship was a mere wreck, And no man would him back,
For the others would not slack to fire a gun, fire a gun,
For the others, etc.
For Jamaica then at last he set sail, he set sail, For Jamaica then at last he set sail, Where Wentworth he did try, And those cowards that did fly
And from the French in fright turned tail, turned tail,
And from the French, etc. |
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