The Valiant Seaman's Courage:
Who by the Order of
The Right Honourable Admiral Russel.
Did on the Tenth of May perform a brave Exploit on the
French, Burning Thirty eight Sail of their Merchant-men, and taking
a Man of War, to the great Honour of the English Nation.
To the Tune of, Fond Boy, etc.
Licensed according to Order.
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JOyful Tydings I bring, let us merrily Sing
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Till we make the whole Nation with Triumph to ring;
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For our Admiral he, by his Conduct at Sea,
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Now has made the poor French-men to come by thee lee:
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This is but the beginning of what we intend
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For to show them before the brave Summer does end.
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A Detachment sent out, bravely scour'd about,
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Till they put a whole Fleet of French Ships to the rout;
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We were four or five Sail, who to Fight never fail,
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And the one carry'd fiery Flames in her Ta[il]:
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This is but the beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before the brave Summer does end.
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To these Merchants of Fran[c]e, we did fairly advance,
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So good was our fortunate prosperous Chance,
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That we put them in fear, to the Shore they did steer,
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While we follow'd with thundring shot in the reer:
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This is but the beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before the brave Summer does end.
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Some was sailing for Brest, and St Malo's we gest,
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To fair Dunkirk with Stores and Provision the rest;
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But their Voyage we stay'd, and fierce Havock we made,
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While our thundering Cannons against them we play'd:
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This is but the beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before this brave Summer does end.
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Quoth the frighted Mounsieur, To de Shore let us steer,
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Here is coming five Sail of de proud Englatier;
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Now begar let us [r]un, from de noise of deir Gun,
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Or dey'll serve us, as dey did our dear Rising-sun:
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Yet this is but a tast, Boys, of what we intend
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For give them before the brave Summ[e]r does end.
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As they fled in disgrace, still we mended our pace,
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And like true Sons of Thunder we follow'd the Chase;
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Where in Harbour near Shore, thirty eight Sail or more,
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We did set all on fire, in Flames they did roar:
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This is but a beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before this brave Summer does end.
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When our Poject did take, such a Flame it did make,
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Just as if the Seas had been a fiery Lake;
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All their charges and cost of their Cargo was lost:
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Now was ever poor French-men so plauge y Crost?
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This is but the beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before this brave Summer does end.
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It was on the tenth day of this sweet Month of May,
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When the valiant bold Britains did shew them this play,
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And we make no great doubt, e'er the Summer is out,
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For to give them a sharp and more vigorous rout:
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This is but a beginning of what we intend
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For to shew them before the brave Summer does end.
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Boys, the work we'll compleat, with a most Royal Fleet,
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For we valiant Tarpo[l]li[n]s do scorn to retreat;
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Not a French-man we'll spare, let them come if they dare
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On the Ocean, brave Russel will fight with them fare:
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This is but a beginning of what he intends
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For to shew them before the brave Summer it ends.
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FINIS.
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