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AN EXCELLENT SONG, CALL'D THE FRIGHTED FRENCH; OR, RUSSEL SCOURING THE SEAS.
To a Pleasant Tune.
Russel on the ocean, minding Tourville's motion, Made them to run at the noise of our guns,
And Toulon shall be their portion ; The French must trot it home by land, Whilst Russel on the seas command. Sound the trumpet, beat the drum, while the French do run, Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., while the French do run still before us.
Now the spring's a-coming, our English will be burning Your towns that be builded near the sea ;
You'll find the sea-men booming; Then let your armies all advance, Yet we'll lye on the coast of France, Sounding trumpets, beating drum, while the towns do burn, Sounding trumpets, etc., sounding trumpets, towns do burn unto ashes.
The Turk and the barbarian, how the English fleet do
scare 'em And make them to know, before they do go, That the French shall dread and fear 'em. Now, Monsieur, bring out all you can; We'll fight you ship or man to man. Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., man to man, we will fight ''em.
Each brave English freeman will be a jolly seaman; With Russel we'll go to fight the foe,
For the honour of Old England. Let Tourville with his fleet then come; Some we'll sink and some we'll burn. Gun for gun we'll give them too, while they cry, ' Morbleu !' Gun for gun, etc., gun, etc., while they cry, ' We are routed /'