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274 SONGS AND BALLADS
My shipmates, now let's celebrate a day of great renown, Which will this victory relate to ages yet unknown. Come, let us raise our voice to praise the gallant name of Howe, Who by this check the stubborn neck of France has made to
■bow. May peace again, and all her train, with blessings from on high, Shine on our Isle! then all shall know that Britons will such
courage shew,
To make them strike or die. |
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God Save the King ! |
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THE BLANCHE FRIGATE.
You Frenchmen, don't boast of your fighting, nor talk of great
deeds, 'tis in vain; Do you think that Old England you'll frighten as easy as Holland
and Spain ? We listen and laugh while you threaten, your boasting the valour
of France, Since your frigate Le Pique has been beaten by the jolly brave
tars of the Blanche. |
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She sail'd from the bay of Point Petre, four hundred and fifty on
board, And we were all ready to meet her: to conquer or die was the
word ! The cans of good liquor were flowing, we gave them three
cheers to advance, And courage in each heart was glowing, for cowards ne'er sail'd
in the Blanche.
The night then upon us declining, the moon did afford us a light, Each star with fresh lustre was shining, to keep the French
frigate in sight. The breeze gently filled all our sails, our ship through the water
did launch, And the grog flew in bumpers and pails amongst the brave tars in
the Blanche. |
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