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226 SONGS AND BALLADS
The wages, the ingots, the wealth of Peru,
The Spaniards are getting and hoarding for you;
You shall ride in your coaches, whilst cowards shall walk,
Who durst not engage in the Anson and Hawke.
Then aboard, my brave lads, and with hearts stout and true, The road unto riches and glory pursue ; That your wives may dress fine, and your children may talk Of your noble exploits in the Anson and Hawke.
Here's a health to King George, and his consort so true, May their laurels sit pleasing and well on their brow; To Hutchinson and Dickson, who for courage never baulk, Then fill up your glasses, boys, to the Lord Anson and Hawke. Huzza, brave boys, the Lord Anson and Hawke.
ANEW SONG ON THE BLAND FORD PRIVATEER.
Ye seamen who've a mind to go in pursuit of new adventures, Repair on board the Blandford, with Captain Stonehouse enter, Who cruizing goes to meet his foes, such pastime sure must
please us, We'll prizes make of all we take; this will to fortune raise us.
Here is our chief encouragement, our ship belongs to Bristol, Poor Londoners when coming home, they surely will be press'd
all: We've no such fear when home we steer with prizes under
convoy, We'll frolick round all Bristol town, sweet liberty we enjoy.
Why should we here our time delay, in London void of pleasure, Let's haste away to Biscay Bay, and ransack there for treasure. Here we must creep and play bo-peep, to shun the damn'd press
masters, We live in strife, even die in life, confin'd by catch-pole bastards.