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THE GREENLAND MEN |
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' Bear down; d'ye see ?
To our admiral's lee.' ' No, no,' says the Frenchman, ' that can't be.' ' Then I must lug you along with me,'
Says the saucy Arethusa.
The fight was off the Frenchman's land. We forc'd them back upon the strand ; For we fought till not a stick would stand
Of the gallant Arethusa. And, now we have driven the foe ashore, Never to fight with Britons more,
Let each fill a glass
To his favourite lass; A health to the captain and officers true And all that belong to the jovial crew
On board of the Arethusa. |
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THE GREENLAND MEN
A excellent new song, composed by 18 Greenland-men in the Swan Tender hold in Leith Roads, June 2d, 17780 [sic].
To the Tune We'll go no more to Greenland in a ship that has
no guns.
On board the noble Ann, 27th. of March, from Shields to Green*
land we set sail, The wind it blowing fair with a sweet and pleasant gale. We had not sailed many days when Fair Isle we did see, But on the next day morning in with a privateer fell we, We'll go, etc.
She bore down upon us, and upon our quarter she did come; She hoisted French colours and to windward fired a gun; This greatly did surprize us, and to quarters we did go. It never shall be said, my boys, but the noble Ann will face the foe. We'll go, etc. |
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