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NYMPHE AND CLEOPATRA 267
But now, my brave boys, we are plowing of the main,
In spite of our enemies France or Spain :
It's all for to gain both honour and gold,
And we'll let them know Little-John won't be control'd.
My name is George Cook, the author of this, And he may be hang'd that will take it amiss.
A NEW SONG ON THE BATTLE FOUGHT ON THE \Zth JUNE, 1793
Between the La Nymphe Frigate, of thirty-six twelve-pounders, commanded by Captain Pellew, and the Cleopatra, a French Ship of forty eighteen-pounders, commanded by Monsieur Jean Mullon, with 350 men.
Come, all you British heroes, listen to what I say; 'Tis of a noble battle that was fought the other day; And such a sharp engagement we hardly ever knew : Our officers were valiant and our sailors so true.
The La Nymphe was our frigate, and she carried a valiant crew, With thirty-six twelve-pounders, that made the French to rue. At daylight in the morning the French hove in sight; Captain Pellew he commanded us in this fight.
Full forty eighteen-pounders we had for to engage ;
The French they thought to confound us, they seemed so much
enrag'd. Our captain cry'd, ' Be steady, boys, and well supply each gun ; We'll take this haughty Frenchman, or force her for to run.'
The action then began, my boys, [with] shot on every side ; They thought her weight of metal would soon subdue our pride. I think the second broadside her captain he was slain, And many a valiant Frenchman upon the decks were lain.
We fought on with such fury, made every shot to tell, And thirteen brave seamen in our ship there fell, Tho' forty-five minutes was the time this fight did last, The French ship lost her tiller and likewise her mizen mast.