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2o6 SONGS AND BALLADS
The ship was the Terrible—dreadful to see ! His crew was as brave and as valiant as he; Two hundred or more was their full complement, And sure braver fellows to sea never went. Each man was determined to spend his last breath In fighting for Britain and brave Captain Death.
A prize they had taken diminish'd their force. And soon the brave ship was lost in her course ; The French privateer and the Terrible met, The battle began all with horror beset: No heart was dismay'd, each bold as Macbeth, The sailors rejoiced, so did brave Captain Death.
Fire, thunder, balls, bullets, were soon heard and felt,
A sight that the heart of Bellona would melt;
The shrouds [were] all torn and the decks fill'd with blood,
And scores of dead bodies were thrown in the flood;
The flood, from the time of old Noah and Seth,
Ne'er saw such a man as our brave Captain Death.
At last the dread bullet came wing'd with his fate, Our brave captain dropt, and soon after his mate ; Each officer fell, and a carnage was seen, That soon dy'd the waves to a crimson from green ; Then Neptune rose up, and he took off his wreath, And gave it a triton to crown Captain Death.
Thus fell the strong Terrible, bravely and bold, But sixteen survivors the tale can unfold; The French were the victors, tho' much to their cost, For many brave French were with Englishmen lost. For thus says old Time, ' Since Queen Elizabeth, I ne'er saw the fellow of brave Captain Death.' |
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A NEW SONG.
Come all you brave Britons wherever you be, Fill up your glasses to brave Blakeney ; O'er a full flowing bowl our voices shall ring, Huzza for brave Blakeney, and God save the King. Sing tantarara shoot Byng, etc. |
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