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LORD ANSON AND HAWKE 225
Our batteries then began to play, with roars aloud like thunder, Which dash'd their walls and chimnies down, yet loath for to knock under.
O, then with bombs and fiery balls, threatened their utter ruin, Which rais'd such cries, as pierc'd the skies, for mercy they were
suing. [Juan] de Prado to British tars was loath to be subjected, But brave Albemarle told him his fate was then to be ransacked,
Or buried in the city's ruin, him and his whole fraternity; This made him to subjection yield, and so they were disarmed; All stores and treasures of the place are bought by Briton's glory, Seven ships; their arms and everything, and that's a noble story.
O, then with honour we lin'd their gates, and bravery to our
wishing, And turn'd Don Spaniard from their posts, which they held by
commission; May our noble King prosper long, and all his brave commanders, Who bravely led on Britain's sons, to knock down popish
LORD ANSON AND HA WKE.
Ye brave British sailors, true sons of the main,
Who scorn to submit to the insults of Spain,
Leave to landsmen their politick schemes and their talk,
And enter on board the Lord Anson and Hawke.
These two noble heroes, whose names our ships bear, Made the Spaniards to tremble, the Frenchmen to fear; Secure of success, then, your fortune ne'er balk, But enter on board the Lord Anson and Hawke.
Let the wise politicians of France and of Spain, Threat to take from Great Britain her rule o'er the main; Their plate ships shall pay for their arrogant talk, If they come but in sight of the Anson and Hawke.