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We ranged them Bahamas by night and by day, Every creek and every island like a lion for his prey; In search of those slave ships it was our intent, 'Till at last came to Nassaw, where our relief was sent.
Very soon for Port Royal we then did make sail,
Favoured by Neptune and a sweet, pleasant gale ;
When we arrived there, what grieved us full sore,
We were ordered on the Spanish main for two months or more.
But now we are arrived in England once more, How our spirits did rise, glad to see our own shore ; Our friends and relations they came in our sight, For fear of them entering, their look-out was bright.
But now my song is ended, I have no more to say, But our saucy little Scylla she carried the sway ; For in reefing and furling she was always the best, Throughout the West Indies, for we had scarce any rest. |
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THE VANGUARD.
Come, all you seamen, stout and bold, and listen to my song, It's worth your whole attention, I'll not detain you long.
Chorus.
Then let us sing the Vanguard's praise, proclaim her valiant
name, Cruel usage I have met with since I saiPd in the same.
Concerning of the Vanguard, a ship of noble fame,
With her r------commander, Mickey Walker call'd by name.
At four o'clock you must turn out, the decks to holystone ; One and all you must go down upon your marrow bones.
Then Mr. Croycraft comes on deck, and he'll begin to curse and
swear; Both watches of gunners send up on deck to see your lashings
are all square. |
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