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CAPTAIN DEATH 205
We crowded all the sail we could, Our thundering cannons fire we would ; Many a gallant sailor fell, On board the ship call'd the Terrible.
Powder and ball did fly so fast,
Four hours and a half this fight did last,
But a sad misfortune us befell,
On board the ship call'd the Terrible.
We boldly gave them gun for gun, Till the blood out of our scuppers run, Our captain and our [mate] being slain, We could no longer the fight maintain.
To board us then they did begin,
And stript us naked to the skin;
They put us all in the hole together,
Where twenty-seven poor souls were smother'd.
They sail'd with us to the first sea port, And bound us in prison strong; Where full nine months we did lay, Before the Carteel did fetch us away.
Here's a health unto our British fleet, Grant they with these privateers may meet, And [have] better luck than the Terrible, And sink those Mounsiers all to hell.
CAPTAIN DEATH '
The muse and the hero together are fir'd, The same noble views has their bosom inspir'd; As freedom they love, and for glory contend, The muse o'er the hero still mourns as a friend; So here let the muse her poor tribute bequeath, To one British hero—'tis brave Captain Death.