The Battel at SEA.
|
THursday in the Morn the Ides of May,
|
Recorded for ever the famous Ninety-Two,
|
Brave Russel did discern by dawn of day
|
The lofty Sails of France advancing now;
|
All hands aloft, aloft, let English valour shine,
|
Let fly a Culverine, the signal of the Line,
|
Let ev'ry hand supply his Gun,
|
Follow me, and you'll see
|
That the Battle will be soon begun, etc.
|
Turville o'er the Main triumphant Rowld,
|
To meet the gallant Russel in Combat on the deep,
|
He led the noble Train of Hero's bold,
|
To sink the English Admiral at his Feet:
|
Now ev'ry valiant Mind to Victory doth aspire,
|
The bloudy Fight's begun, the Sea it self on Fire,
|
And mighty Fate stood looking on,
|
Whilst a Floud all of Bloud
|
Fill'd the Portholes of the Royal Sun.
|
Sulphur, Smoak and Fire desturb'd the Air,
|
With Thunder & Wonder t'affright the Gallie Shoar,
|
Their regulated Bands stood trembling near,
|
To see their lofty Streamers now no more:
|
At Six a Clock the Red the smiling Victor led,
|
To give a second Blow, the fatal overthrow:
|
Now Death and Horror equal Reighn;
|
Now they cry, Run, or Dye,
|
British Colours Ride the vanquish'd Main.
|
See they fly amaz'd through Rocks and Sands;
|
One danger they grasp at to shun a greater Fate;
|
In vain they cry for aid to weeping Lands,
|
The Nymphs & Sea-Gods mourn their lost Estate,
|
For evermore adieu thou Royal dazling Sun,
|
From thy untimely end thy Master's Fate's begun
|
Enough thou mighty God of War,
|
Now we sing, Bless the King,
|
Let us drink to ev'ry English Tar.
|
Come jolly Seamen all, with Russel go.
|
And sail on the Main, proud Monsieur for to greet,
|
And give our Enemy a second Blow,
|
And fight Turville if that he dare to meet,
|
Come brother Tar, what chear? let each his Gun supply
|
And thump 'em off this year or make Mon. to fly,
|
While we do range the Ocean round,
|
Day or Night we will fight,
|
When our Enemy is to be found.
|
Let it ne'er be said that English Boys
|
Should ere stay behind when our Admiral does go,
|
But let each honest Lad cry with one Voice,
|
Brave Russel leads us on to fight the Foe.
|
We'll give them Gun for Gun, some sink & others burn,
|
Broadsides we'll give them too, till Monsieur crys Merbl[?]
|
Des Engletars vill kill us all,
|
Whilst they scower, we will pour,
|
Thick as Hail amongst them, Cannon Ball.
|
|
|
|
|
|