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As they fled in disgrace still we mended our pace, And, like true sons of thunder, we follow'd the chase, Where in harbour near shore thirty-eight sail or more We did set all on fire; in flames they did roar. This, etc.
When our project did take, such a flame it did make, Just as if the seas had been a fiery lake ; All their charges and cost of their cargo were lost: Now was ever poor French-men so plaguely crost ? This, etc.
It was on the tenth day of this sweet month of May When the valiant bold Britains did shew them this play, And we make no great doubt, e'er the summer is out, For to give them a sharp and more vigorous rout. This, etc.
Boys, the work we'll compleat with a most royal fleet, For we valiant tarpollins do scorn to retreat ; Not a French-man we'll spare; let them come if they dare On the ocean, brave Russel will fight with them fair. This is but a beginning of what he intends For to shew them before the brave summer it ends.
ENGLAND'S GLORY IN THE BEHAVIOUR OF BRAVE KILLEYGROVE.
All you that will be England's friends, be you rich or be you
poor, Give ear to me and I'll relate what happened in ninety-four. 'Twas in the month of December—mark well but what I say— The Plymouth, with five frigates more, set sail out of Cales Bay.
Brave Killeygrove was commodore, bound up into the Streights, Where he lost his life with many more, and this was their hard
fate. When we came off the Cape Boner, two ships we did espy, Which prov'd to be French men-of-war, and to us they drew