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2i8 SONGS AND BALLADS
We steer'd unto the French fleet as near as we could ly, Till twelve of them engaged us, and that most speedily. They made a bloody battle, the like was never seen ; The first broadside we gave them, boys, we laid them on their beams.
' Oh ! that's a glorious broadside,' our admiral replies ; ' Now give them such another, their ships will be a prize.' Like thunder on the French fleet our cannons they did roar, We sunk the pride of France, my boys, all on their native shore.
O! don't you see the pride of France to the depths is going
down, With many a dismal sigh, sir, and many a grievous groan. Conflans was sore affrighted, he could no longer stay; The rest of them turn'd tail, my boys, like cowards ran away.
O, then they steer'd for Corjack Bay, where we led them a dance, It proved to be the fatal blow that sunk the crown of France. The Rising Sun we burn'd, and the poor Prince likewise, And two of them we sunk, my boys, and one we made our prize.
So now the fight is over, fill up a flowing bowl; Whilst we're upon the raging seas there's none can us controul. Here's a health to all commanders that are loyal just and true, Likewise unto Sir Edward Hawke, and the Royal George's crew. |
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NEPTUNE1 S RESIGNATION.
The wat'ry god, great Neptune, lay In dalliance soft and amorous play
On Amphitrite's breast; When uproar rear'd its horrid head, The Tritons shrunk, the Nereids fled,
And all their fear confess'd.
Loud thunder shook the vast domain, The liquid world was wrapt in flame,
The god amazed spoke : ' Ye winds go forth and make it known Who dares to shake my coral throne,
And fill my realms with smoke !' |
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