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BOLD BLADES OF OLD ENGLAND 261
Thus fell gallant Farmer, the generous and brave ; The Rambler in vain strove his life for to save. Her long boat she hoist out for to take up the crew, But the sea rose too high, and too hard the wind blew. Seventeen she picked up on the waves that did float; The barbarous enemy fir'd at the boat.
Ye sons of Hibernia, for valour renown'd, The praises of Farmer, your hero, resound ; His name bright shall shine. Then a truce to all grief; Vernon, Warren, Tyrrell shall welcome the chief, t And the brave British Cornwall with pleasure shall crown An Hibernian whose exit resembled his own.
Taught by his great example let's danger defy; For the sake of our country let's conquer or die. May our navy triumphant ride over the main, And check the presumption of Gallia and Spain; And, oh ! may some hero rise ere 'tis too late, Chastise insolent Jones, and revenge Farmer's fate ! |
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THE BOLD BLADES OF OLD ENGLAND.
Come, rouse up, my lads, let us haste to the main, And load home our chests with the dollars of Spain, For as we have beat them we'll do so again, And its, oh I the bold blades of Old England I
They tell us that sixty fine ships of the line Of France and of Spain in the ocean do shine; But let them remember the year fifty-nine ; They were banged by the blades, etc.
Those villains they thought some advantage to take On America's land, for to lessen her state; But they quickly shall know it was all a mistake, Convinced by the blades, etc.
How proudly they came with a numerous host To take, sink, and burn, and to land on our coast; And when they had done nothing went home for to boast Afraid of the blades, etc. |
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