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BOLD SAWYER |
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So, steering on the lee-shore until the break of day, We spy'd a lofty sail on the Barbary shore to lay,
In great distress she seem'd to be,
Her guns all overboard threw she,
Which prov'd the Lichfield for to be, With all her British boys.
The wind blowing hard, we could give them no relief, A stretching on the lee shore we touch'd at Teneriff. So watering the ships at Santa Cruz, Taking good wine for our ship's use, We sold our cloaths good wine to booze, Like brave British boys.
Our ship being water'd and plenty of good wine, We hoisted up our top-sails and crost the tropic line.
The wind at west the leading gale,
Our gallant ship did sweetly sail;
Steady along she ne'er will fail, With all her British boys.
' Steady a port! don't bring her by the lee ! Yonder is the flag-staff at Goree, I do see.'
We brought the city within sight,
Anchor'd in Goree bay that night,
Clear'd our ships ready to fight, Like brave British boys.
Early next morning the Prince Edward of forty guns Was station'd off the island to cover our two bombs, The old Nassau she led the van, With all her jovial fighting men, The drums did beat ' to quarter stand,' Like brave British boys.
We sail'd up to their batteries as close as we could lay, Our guns from the top and poop aloud did play,
Which made the French cry ' Morbleu !
Diable ! what shall we do ?
Here comes bold Sawyer and all his crew, They're all British boys'
Then, follow'd by the Dunkirk and Torbay, The guns aloud did rattle and shells did play, Which made the French their batteries shun, And from their trenches for to run, The flag was struck, the fight was done, O huzza 1 my British boys. |
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