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THE ACTION AT VIGO
And those found most to blame, they were shot, they were shot, And those found most to blame, they were shot; Brave Benbow then at last, For grief of what was past,
In a fever died at last, by hard lot, by hard lot,
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THE SAILORS ACCOUNT OF THE ACTION AT
Muse will have her song; hark! she merrily sings, The praise of a Queen that has beaten two Kings : Of Ormond and Rook too, and how they fell on, And flat as a flounder laid Monsieur and Don. Bright Eugene and Marlborough shou'd live in our rime, And other brave heroes too, had we but time : But heroes excuse us, for now Muse and I go, To raise to the stars the dead-doers at Vigo.
You Monsieurs and Dons, if with losses you meet, Yet don't be discourag'd, we'll pay off your fleet.
Cries a hawk from the wing, the eagle-ey'd Hardy, Game ! game ! royal game ! we shall take 'em all tardy : In Vigo they ride, men of war, galleons, The might of the Monsieurs and pride of the Dons : Lead on, great commander, sink, burn, take the Plate; 'Twill all be our own, if we don't come too late. We'll brisk up old England with fame and with plunder : We'll win't, tho' we charge thoro' lightning and thunder. You Monsieurs and Dons, if with losses you meet, Yet don't be discourag'd, we'll pay off your fleet.
Sir George sends the news to the stout Hogen Mogen, Then squadrons we join without any proroguing : Soon Vigo we reach, where a deodand cloak, A cloke sent from heaven, wraps us and our oak. Unseen we consult, and resolve to break in, But not with our first rates, least the brine be too thin : On the thirds high in view, are the first rate commanders, This rums the brisk seamen, and brandys the landers: You Monsieurs and Dons, if with losses you meet, Yet don't be discourag'd, we'll pay off your fleet.