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246 SONGS AND BALLADS
The gallant Bristol well behaved, tho' she was in distress, And all the ships in company kept firing in excess. Our cannons briskly we dis [charged], our shot like hail did pour, Amongst the blacks and Indians so numerous on the shore.
We drove them from their batteries, and made them to retreat, Likewise the town soon shattered with our gallant fleet; We gave them a warm reception, and that they knew so well, Because against Old England great they strongly did rebel.
We engaged many hours, for the best part of the day ;
Our brave commander he was kill'd all in the bloody fray ;
Two hundred more brave men were kill'd, th' engagement prov'd
so sore, Upon the decks, poor souls, they lay, all in their purple gore.
Now to conclude and make an end, Lord, send it was all o'er, In love and unity to live as we have done before ; Success unto all Britons bold, that's both by land or sea, Who now is venturing their lives in North America.
A New War Song.
My lords, with your leave
An account will I give That deserves to be written in metre:
For the rebels and I
Have been pretty nigh— Faith, almost too much for Sir Peter.
With much labour and toil
Unto Sullivan's Isle I came, firm as Falstaff or Pistol,
But the Yankees ('od rot 'em,
I could not get at 'em) Most terribly maul'd my poor Bristol.