The Couragious Commander:
OR, A Brief Relation of that most Noble adventure of
Sir Cloudesly Shovell,
In the Bay of Dublin, on Good-Fryday, in bringing the Pellican-Frigat out of their Harbor in Tri-
umph and Victory. Tune of, Let Caesar live long. Licens'd according to Order.
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NOw noble brave Boys, let the sweet Trumpet sound,
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While Seamen with Trophies of honor are Crown'd;
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For gracious King William they'll fight till they dye,
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And scorn from the face of a Tory to flye;
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Sir brave Cloudesly-Shovell sail'd to Dublin-Bay;
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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Old James and his Teagues they did stand and behold
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Our noble Commander couragious and bold,
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Who ventur'd just close to the banks of their shore,
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And laid the proud Enemy sprawling in gore:
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With Fire and Sword, Boys, we enter'd the Bay,
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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Our noble Commander first enter'd aboard
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On the Monmouth-Yacht, this did courage afford
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To all the brave Sailors of Protestant pride,
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Who vow'd they wou'd venture to dye by his side;
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Then crossing the Bar, they enter'd the Bay,
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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The Tory-Commander did fire amain,
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While we did salute him with Bullets again,
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Till twenty or more of his Rebells were kill'd,
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Now when he our valour and courage beheld,
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He straight cut his Cable to flye from the Fray,
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But we brought the brave Pellican Frigat away.
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The Protestants Goods they were sending for France,
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By us they were stopt, ay, and taken by chance;
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Which made the poor French-men to swear, fret & frown
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To see our brave Seamen of fame and renown,
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With what resolution our Guns they did play,
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When we brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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The Tories came down with their Foot and their Horse,
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And with their old Master lamented his loss
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And into the Water a Party did ride,
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Discharging their Pistols against our Ships sid[e],
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But like Men of Courage our Guns we did p[ray],
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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You damn'd English Dogs, one proud Monsieur did cry,
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But straight at his Horse we a Bullet let flye;
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He was in a rage for to find such salutes,
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That straight he was forc'd to shake off his Jack-Boots;
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Then after the Rebels our Guns we did play,
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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But here is one thing that is worthy of note,
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Two Protestant-Boys they did wade to our Boat;
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We straight took them in, and their Lives we did save,
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An account of the fears of the Rebels they gave;
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Our Streamers we spread, and our Flags did display,
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And brought the brave Pellican-Frigat away.
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This is but a Rellish and taste of their Doom,
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Brave Boys we will down with the Bullworks of Rome,
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The Rebels in France they may put their whole trust,
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While we all their Glory lay low in the dust:
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With Fire and Sword, Boys, we'l enter the Fray,
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King William's great Army shall carry the Day.
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FINIS.
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