TORRINGTONIA,
OR,
A New Copy of Verses
ON THE
Late Sea Engagement.
To a Tune, Which no-body can deny.
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I Sing not the Battle (so Fam'd) of Lepanto,
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Nor what the Turks got by the Siege of Otranto,
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Nor the Spanish Armada so brave and gallanto
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Which no body can deny.
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Nor how they were bang'd by Invincible Drake,
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Nor the Courage and Conduct of Excellent Blake,
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Nor of Men that Fought bravely when all was at Stake
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Which, etc.
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But a sort of Sea-Fight 'tween the French & Hollander,
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Where th' English had joyn'd, but that their Comm--der
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In Chief, wou'd not be a with- but a by-stander
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Which, etc.
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The Dutch to the Enemy boldly drew near,
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But th' Adm-----ral o'th English more wisely did steer,
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For he thought it was safer to keep in the Rear
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Which, etc.
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Grafton ('twas said) came couragiously in,
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And by mauling the French great honour did win,
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But Torr' was resolv'd to sleep in a whole Skin
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Which, etc.
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Had each Ship and its Captain but been Independant,
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They'd certainly made a more glorious end on't,
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Then Commanded by such a stour superintendant
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Which, etc.
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Tyrrel and Dorrel did boldly stand to 'em,
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(Thinking to beat the French and to undo 'em,)
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But th Adm-----l only came thither to view 'em
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Which, etc.
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And though the French Fleet was so little esteem'd,
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And their Courage and Conduct despisable deem'd,
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To wise Herb----t they plainly Invincible seem'd
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Which. etc.
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Some Ships too Fool-hardy did headlong engage,
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Which put the Stout Adm------l in such a rage,
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That nought but a W------ could his passion asswage
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Which, etc.
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When the Shot from the Enemy flying at random
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Slew the stout Hero's Dog, that could no way withstand 'em,
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His Bit----s desired their Master to land 'em
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Which, etc.
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'Twould make a Man, much more a Woman, agast Sir,
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To see a Dog kill'd twixt the Leggs of his Master,
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Who much more desrv'd such a dismal disaster
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Which, etc.
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Some say that he wanted both Powder and Ball,
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Be that true or false, it was certainly all
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One to him, whose Courage was so very small
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Which etc.
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The Dutch at the Enemy bravely did Fire all,
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Tho' Art--- ur commanded the Fleet to retire all,
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For which if he be'nt H------g'd we must shou'd Admire-all
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Which, etc.
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Though the French for a time may bluster and boast
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Of the Honour they won, by T------n lost,
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Their Courage will cool when our Fleet's on their Coast
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Not One Town of theirs, nor Two, Three nor Four
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Shall appease for the pranks they play'd on our Stoar,
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We have Admirals now that will pay off the Score
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Which, etc.
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