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THE SPANISH WAR 173
Our rights to in[v]ade and spoil our trade,
High time for our merchants to complain.
I hope to see the day this long score they must pay,
And make them refund it all again.
For these vile crimes they've an excuse, And say they suffer great abuse;
[line missing] And bring their peices of eight away, This I must own by some has been done, But let them only have the blame ; Tis hard to condemn all the rest for them, For rogues will be rogues while the world remains.
Our gracious King and parliament
To right our merchants are fully bent;
For they have been too long abus'd,
And by false pretences have been amus'd.
But now I'm glad to find our Government so kind.
To redress our merchants who complain,
For this I can, etc.
With taking our ships they're not content,
But want our towns on the continent ;
As Georgia and Carolina brave,
They boast and brag they soon will have.
But we hope that our fleet their designs will defeat,
When they approach the coast of Spain,
For this I can, etc.
There's Giberaltar and Portmahone, They very fain would make their own ; It grieves them much, we've been told, That two such places we should hold. Giberalter's the key, 'tis well known of that sea Call'd by the name of the Mediterain. For this I can, etc.
Come jolly sailors, far and near,
To man our fleet with speed prepare;
With Admiral Haddock freely go,
True British valour for to show;
And brave boys boldly fight our merchants for to right,
Free plunder, boys, will crown your pain,
For this I can tell, would we thump them but well,
Our merchants might have their own again. |
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