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SIR JOHN LEAKE |
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When our flying streamers they beheld,
And stout men-of-war, which was likewise rarely man'd, They were with exceeding sorrow fill'd.
A thousand times in vain they wish themselves on land.
Aloud they cry'd, ' Morblew.'
Alas !• that wou'd not do.
The British lyon bold,
Which scorns to be controul'd, Caused their stubborn hearts to ake;
Took they were by the care Of the right renowned Sir John Leake.
This vast fleet of barks was then convey'd
Under the protection of three French men-of-war. Finding they by us captives were made, Alas ! they rung their hands and cry'd aloud, ' Begar,
De Britains bold are come,
With cannon, trumpet, drum,
To seize upon our corn,
And make us all forlorn.' This was the mourn which they did make;
For they found they were bound To submit to valliant Sir John Leake.
Cloathes for many thousands were on board
Those barks which was taken, and naval stores likewise: Barley, oats, and wheat, which did afford
Much comfort to the army of the Grand Allies ;
For well we may conclude,
They having store of food,
And other comforts still,
They'll fight with right good-will And of the French strange havock make ;
Then let's pray, night and day, For the right renowned Sir John Leake.
To fair Barcelona they have brought
Those rich laden cargoes, worth many thousand pounds. O the French commander little thought They should meet with crabid Fortune's fatal frown:
But so it came to pass;
Each looking like an ass
At their unhappy doom,
How they did fret and foam, ■ While we joy and triumph make,
Drinking still, with good-will, To the right renowned Sir John Leake. |
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