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184 SONGS AND BALLADS
To each jolly tar and marine that was there, Whose courage the[n] was bravely seen; To Lestock, Commodore, and many thousands more, Who assisted at taking of Carthageen. |
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THE SAPHIRAH [sic] IN TRIUMPH: OR, BRITISH VALOR DISPLAYD.
Compos'd by James Craft, who lost his arm in the
action.
Come you jovial British fellows, listen, pray, to what I write,
Honour jolly English sailors, for their nation they do fight;
It was with courage most undaunted from Port Rhode the Safphire
sail'd, By mishap our cable parted, but we soon the Spaniards quefl'd.
A full intent to batter Vigo, our full force was only forty guns, Which to them does plainly show, sir, what courage in the English
runs; With spreading sails we plough'd the ocean, the seas indeed ran
mountains high, Not fearing death to gain promotion, with proud Spain our valour
try.
All along their coast we sailed, the wind it blowed very hard ; Our main-top-sail yard it failed, but we it did not regard. We did soon their harbour enter, they prepared for us were, And we boldly in did venture without any dread or fear.
As soon as ever we came nigh them they did fire at us first; We not wanting to pass by them immediately our anchor cast. And up went our bloody pennant and defy'd their cannon-ball, We made to run both landlord and tenant, and behind to leave their all.
No quarters from them we requir'd, they did see us boldly bent;
Kill or be kill'd we designed, that indeed was our intent.
Then our cannon roar'd like thunder, sweeter musick who could
hear? They did make our foes to wonder, fill'd their hearts with dread
and fear. |
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