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192 SONGS AND BALLADS
THE LOSS OF THE VICTORY MAN-OF-WAR.
Good people all, pray give attention, to this fatal tragedy, Which I am bound to mention of the gallant Victory : Fourteen hundred souls did perish, and are to the bottom gone, Oh ! the dismal grief and horror of their widows left alone.
When we first from Spithead sailed, convoy unto Lisbon bound, They with good flip and punch regaled a brave new ship both
right and sound: A hundred and ten guns she mounted, all of brass so smart and
clean, The best ship in the Navy counted, but alas ! no more is seen.
But the voyage proved fatal, as by the sequel we shall find, For as she was home returning, she was off Scilly left behind In a dreadful storm of lightning, and of hail and thunder too, And has never since been heard of, the fatherless have cause to rue.
From Alderney we've information that they heard that stormy
night. At least ninety guns to fire which did them something affright: But as the more the storm increased it gave them more room
to guess That some ship upon the ocean, was in sad and deep distress.
We saw floating some days after some spare yards were drove
on shore, On which was the name Victory, this gave us suspicion more: That the noble ship was stranded on the Gaskets was our fear, Long we waited with impatience, but no news of them could hear.
The brave gallant Admiral Balchen with fourteen hundred men
beside, If she's lost, went to the bottom, and all at once together died: Oh ! the dismal grief and horror if one had been there to see, How they all were struck with horror when sunk down the
O ! the sad and dismal story, I'm griev'd when I the same relate, So many blasted in their glory and at once shared the same fate: Some thinking on their wives and children, and some on their
parents dear, Sunk to the bottom in a moment, and no time to say a prayer.