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276 SONGS AND BALLADS
They though it in vain to withstand ; they called out for quarter amain.
Although the advantage they had still Britons were lords of the main.
So push the grog round) let it pass, since they found us true-hearted and staunch ;
Every lad with his favourite lass drink success to the tars of the Blanche. |
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THE AMAZON FRIGATE.
Come, all you British seamen bold, that plow the raging main, Come, listen to my tragedy while I relate the same ; Tis what we underwent all on the raging main. Bold Reynolds was our commander in the ship called the Amazon.
On the 30th of December in Falmouth as we lay
Our orders came on board our anchors for to weigh ;
So ' Heave away !' our captain cried; ' we have no time to spare:
We'll set our canvas to the breeze and through the ocean steer.1
Our anchors weigh'd, our sails were set, our ship she seemed to fly;
It was the Indefatigable that bore us company.
We must bid adieu to our sweethearts because we must cross the
main, Hoping in a short time after to see them all again.
We steered our course to the southward as far as Cape Finisterre, Cruising the seas for several days and nothing could [find there], Till, running down the coast of Spain, three merchantmen we took, And sent them home to England while we for more did look.
But in bearing up for England an American ship we see, That gave us good intelligence the French was at sea. The weather it was thick, and, under an easy sail, The wind it blew north-north-east and it blew a briskish gale.
On the 28th of January a man sung from aloft
That he spy'd a lofty man-of-war at a distance three leagues off.
She's a very lofty ship, the truth we will declare;
She crowded all sails she could, expecting to get clear. |
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