VERNONs Glory: Or, The Spaniards Defeat.
Being an Account of the Taking of Carthagena by Vice-Admiral Vernon, Rear-Admiral Ogle, and
Commodore Lestock on the First of April last. Written by a Sailor on board the Shrewsbury, and
brought over by the Spence Sloop. [Tune of, Brave Vernons Triumph.]
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ONCE more brave Boys let us proclaim
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Brave Noble Admiral Vernons Fame,
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With Sir Chaloner Ogle too;
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they now have made the Spaniards rue:
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For Carthageen they now have taen,
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and laid it level with the Ground,
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Seven Castles so brave their Town could not save,
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for Vernon and Ogle have beat them down.
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Last March we did from Jamaica sail,
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with a fair and gentle Gale,
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Vice Admiral Vernon of the Blue,
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Sir Chaloner Ogle Rear-admiral too,
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With Lestock Commodore, we made our Cannons roar,
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and two and twenty Frigates besides,
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Thirty Ships of the Line, a Sight very fine,
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before Carthageen at anchor to ride.
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Bocachica Castle first we took,
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which made the Spaniards blue to look;
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That being of the largest Force,
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the other six did fall of course:
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With our Cannons and Bombs we dismounted their Guns,
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and our Colours did on their Castles raise:
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Then toss off a Glass, and about let it pass,
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to Admiral Vernons and Ogles Praise.
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For twelve Hours space we bombarded the Town,
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Before we brought their proud Spirits down,
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We fird so smart, that they thought we were mad,
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at length to surrender they were glad:
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We did so cannonade, and such Breaches we made
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and many of their Houses set in a Flame,
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They did submit to Fate, and the Town surrender
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to Admiral Vernon, the Scourge of Spain.
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The Shrewsbury she did suffer most,
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and many of her Sailors lost,
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Her Cable broke, on the Castles she drove,
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and there expected she would have stove;
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But kind Providence stood in her Defence:
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much shatterd, at last she cleard her Way,
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Her jolly Sailors bold, those noble Hearts of Gold,
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all the time shewd the Spaniards gallant Play.
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Don Blass with six Ships in the Harbour lay,
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and soon we shewd him British Play;
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We made that proud and hectoring Don
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Coward-like from his Ship to run:
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Tho his Ship he forsook, two Captains we took,
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and unto England brought them home:
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Let th insulting Foe, and proud Don know,
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Vernon can conquer wherever he comes.
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Six Galleons did there remain,
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which by our Fleet were burnt or taen,
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and tho their Treasure was on Shore.
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yet we found a sufficient Store;
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For Plunder, my Boys, did crown our Joys,
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after that strong Place we had won:
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We did revel and roar, and booze it on Shore,
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and forgot all the Dangers we had run.
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In the Kings Store-houses we found
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the Value of several Thousand Pounds,
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Which with great Joy we brought away,
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and did on board our Ships convey:
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Our Success was crownd with Plunder we found,
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while the cowardly Spaniards from us fled,
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So great was their fear, they would not us come near
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for Vernon had filld them all with Dread.
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When we had all their Treasure seizd,
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and freely plunderd where we pleasd,
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and none but Rubbish did remain,
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their Store-houses we set on Flames;
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Thus we burnt them down quite unto the Ground,
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a Heap of Ashes for to view:
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Let the Cowards know, tho they did insult us so,
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what Noble Admiral Vernon can do.
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Our jolly Tars, brave noble Hearts,
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and the brave Marines did play their Parts:
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The Officers their Orders gave,
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which the Men performd as brave:
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They never did flinch, nor gave back an Inch,
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but sweet Revenge was all their Cry,
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They scornd for to run from the Mouth of a Gun,
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but with Vernon and Ogle would conquer or die
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For the proud Queen of Spain we care not a Fart,
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For Carthageen she may break her Heart:
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Of Don Blass, that cowardly Tool,
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Brave Vernon did make an April Fool;
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For twas upon that Day we made him run away,
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unto our Noble Admirals Fame:
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Then fill a brimming Glass, and round let it pass
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to Admiral Vernon, and Ogles Name.
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Come brave Boys a Health begin,
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and fill your Glasses to the Brim;
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A Health to Admiral Vernon brave,
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to Sir Chaloner Ogle another well have;
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To each jolly Tar and Marine that was there,
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whose Courage there was bravely seen;
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To Lestock Commodore's, and many thousands more
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who assisted at taking of Cartageen.
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