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nS SONGS AND BALLADS
Our squadron, true blew,
Fought their way through and through ; At length in Lobs' Po . . . . und, boys, we got 'um,
Where we gave the proud French
Such a fiery drench That we sent them, we sent them straight down to the bottom.
Such a slaughter we made,
While the loud cannons play'd, Which laid the poor Mo .... nsieurs a-bleeding;
Nay, their chief admiral
We did bitterly maul, And have taught him, I hope, better breeding.
Our brave admiral
Being stout Dellaval, Whose actions all m ... . en may admire;
For the French Rising Sun
Was not able to run, Which with seven, with seven more ships did he fire.
Valiant Rook sail'd straightway
Where a French squadron lay Close amongst the ro . . . . cks then for shelter;
But we fell on galore,
And we fir'd twelve more ; Thus we fir'd and burn'd the French fleet helter-skelter.
Being sunk, took, and burn'd,
There's not many return'd, Was this not a wo ... . full disaster ?
How they far'd on our coast
Let 'em sail home and boast To old Lewis, old Lewis, their fistula-master.
When he hears how they sped
It will strike him near dead, Losing what he lo . . . . ng has been getting ;
But we'll have him to know
That we'll still keep him low : He shall never, shall never, boys, conquer Great Britain.