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ADMIRAL KEPPEL 253
Tho' railing there's been
'Gainst statesmen and King And they said, we durst not declare war,
But, whether or not,
Such a navy we've got That will soon be a scourge to Monsieur.
Bold Keppel, we know,
Was ever their foe, And his courage no Briton need doubt;
Two French frigates he's ta'en,
That were sailing the main 'Our West India fleet for to rout.
Now Keppel, they say,
Off Brest Harbour does lay : Monsieurs with their fleet can't come out;
If they do they must fight, . Which was ne'er their delight. We shall beat them; of that there's no doubt.
Each true British soul,
Push round can or bowl, Drink success to his Majesty's arms
And his navy at sea;
Then we all must agree We fear no invading alarms.
KEPPEL AND DE CHARTRES
A New Song. (i779-)
Come, all ye valiant seamen that plough the raging main, And listen to my ditty, ye jovial sons of fame; It is of the bloody battle between us and Monsieur, And if you'll give attention the truth of it you'll hear.
On the ninth day of July, at St. Hellens where we lay, Our admiral hove a signal out for all the fleet to weigh. Down Channel we all sail'd, till a Dutchman we did meet, Who gave us the intelligence of seeing the French fleet.