The Caping-Trade.
To an excellent new Tune
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COme all brave Boyes of the Caping Trade,
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This stately Vessel we'll invade,
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We'll pin her Cargo to her Load,
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No Quarters we'l affoord her,
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But standing stiff and still good Fate,
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Although our Seas be sail'd of late,
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Come Helm a Lee and low your Top,
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I ll lay my Life I ll board her.
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The first attempt may prove in vain,
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Though it be neither shame nor stain,
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The brave may loss as well as gain,
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We'll do it with bravado's,
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We'l turn about and undertake
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To board her under quarter Deck
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With blunder bush and ported pick;
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And with two hand granado's.
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I have been at the Caping Trade,
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And Forreign blood I oft have shed,
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But it is true that in old was said,
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True Honour's got by danger,
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I'll stay at home put up my pike.
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No prizes more Will to me stick
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For a stately Vessel's beat me back
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I'm sure's was in all England.
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Declining days comes on a pace.
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How dare I look my Enemy in the Face,
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Since I came off with such Disgrace,
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And all for lake of powder,
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Mine Ammunition's spent and gone;
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A little gun scarce half foot long,
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Two little Balls not well worth one.
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So I am no mor for boarding.
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chear up anone you're mad to think;
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That you are in danger for to sink,
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But with Broadside close to her clink
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Deal thumps and turn all over,
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Your Blind may spleit upon her Starn,
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If you receive no greater Harm,
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A cup of brandy your heart being Warm,
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Will soon that loss recover.
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All you that caping take in hand,
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See that your Mainmast straight do stand,
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Your Soldiers all at your command,
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to fire at once make ready,
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Stand to it then for ever more,
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See that your faults be not before,
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Stile first a gun to the cabbine door,
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Faint Heart near wan fair Lady.
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