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SONGS AND BALLADS
At five o'clock they heard a sound that did denote a fray, Which made the Frenchmen all rejoice they were so far away. The wind about eleven rose—four vessels came in view: They thought them friends, but found them foes, and then again they flew.
The Formidable then they saw driving before the wind,
As if she said, ' The Devil take all those that are behind.'
At length the French with rapture found they need not fret and
chafe, The foe they had escap'd and then anchor'd in Cadiz safe. And now to all our naval lads may Heav'n still give a blessing— And if defeat with glory clads, may France ne'er want a dressing !
LA LOIRE FRIGATE, OR YEO! YEOI
Written by Mr.-C. Dibdin, Jun., composed by Mr. Reeve, and sung by Mr. Slader at Sadler's Wells.
Off Cape Finisterre lay the king's ship La Loire, When a privateer foe Captain Maitland he saw. So a boat's crew he sent with Spaniard to cope, Who was call'd L'Esperance, in plain English the Hope, Tho' but a forlorn hope she prov'd for the foe, Made a prize by the boat's crew and Lieutenant Yeo. Sing Yeo I Yeo 1 for ever 1 Yeo ! Yeo ! for ever I Pull away, pull away, pull pull away, With a hearty Yeo! Yeo t with a hearty Yeo I Yeo!
' 'Tis the birth of your king, boys,' the captain he cried, ' To crown it with victory then be your pride ; Yes, the birth of your sovereign distinguish, in short, By planting his flag on yon proud Spanish fort.' So the gallant boat's crew volunteer'd all to go, To conquer or die with brave Lieutenant Yeo. Sing Yeo I Yeo 1 for ever, etc.