[VERNON's 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 Shrewsbur]y, and brought [over by the Spence Slo]op. (Tune of, brave Vernon's Tryumph)
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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 Carthagene they now have [t]a'ne,
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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 Oglehas 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 Vice-Admiral too;
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With Lestock Commodore, we made our Cannons roar,
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and two and twenty Frigates beside,
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Thirty Ships of the Line, a Sight very fine,
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Before Carthagene 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 fir'd so smart 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 Breeches we made,
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and many of their Houses we set in Flame,
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They did submit to Fate, and the Town to 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 Cables broke, on their Castles she drove,
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and then expected she would have stove;
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But kind Providence, stood in her Defence,
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much shatter'd at last she clear'd her Way,
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Her jolly Sailors bold, those noble hearts of Gold,
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all the Time show'd the Spaniards gallant Play.
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Don Blass with six Ships in the Harbour la[y]
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and soon we show'd 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 the insulting Foe, and proud Don know,
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Vernon can conquer where'er he comes.
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Six Galleons did there remain,
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which by our Fleet was burnt or ta'ne;
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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 King's 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 crown'd 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 come near,
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for Vernon had fill'd them all with Dread.
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When we had all their Treasure seiz'd,
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and freely plunder'd where we pleas'd,
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And none but Rubbish did remain,
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their Store-houses we set on Flame:
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Thus we burnt them down, quite to 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 Tarrs, 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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with the Men perform'd as brave;
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They never did flinch, nor give back an Inch,
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but sweet Revenge was all their Cry;
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They scorn'd 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 Cartagene 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 Admiral's 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 up to the Brim,
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A Health to Admiral Vernon brave,
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to Sir Chaloner Ogle another we'll have;
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To each jolly Tarr and Marine that was there,
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whose Courage there was bravely seen;
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To Lestock, Commodore, and many Thousands more,
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who assisted at Taking Carthagene.
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