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You gallant young men all,
/, boys, 0 boys ! Tis unto you I call, I! Likewise brave seamen all, Lament the loss and fall Of the poor Benjamin, O !
THE TREACHERY OF THE SPANIARDS OF PORTO RICO TO THE DARTMOUTH FRIGOT AND HER COMPANY.
(' Composed by Hovenden Walker on board the Dartmouth.'— MS. Note, by Pepys.)
When the Dartmouth friggot lay off the town That's call'd Porto Rico, of some renown, The captain sent thither to know if he cou'd Come peaceably in for water and wood.
They answered we were welcome there,
And might venture in without all fear
And said it should be their only care
Whatever we wanted to prepare.
On the governor's promised honour then We took up the pilot, who carry'd us in. We rid undisturbed and safe all the night, Nor smoak'd any cheat till the morning's light
Discovered their base and dfamnedj intent;
For when to the wat'ring place we went
We were seiz'd and into prison sent;
And then we found out what 'twas they meant.
Quoth the governor, ' Now you shall ne're be free Till I your commissions and orders do see ; For your ship is become a forfeiture, And I'le sink her if she but dares to stirr:
For here my guns can command you all.
If she goes not where I say shee shall
I'le batter her sides with my iron ball
From every fort and the city wall.'