The Benjamin's Lamentation for their sad loss at Sea, by
Storms and Tempests.
Being a brief Narrative of one of his Majesties Ships, called the Benjamin, that was
drove into Harbour at Plimouth, and received small harm by this Tempest.
To a New Tune, called, The poor Benjamin.
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CAptain Chilver's gone to Sea,
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I Boys, O Boys,
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With all his company, I,
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Captain Chilver's gone to Sea,
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With all his company,
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in the brave Benjamin, O.
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Thirty Guns this Ship did bear,
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I Boys, O Boys,
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They were bound for Venice fair, I,
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Thirty Guns his Ship did bear,
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And a hundred men so clear,
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in the brave Benjamin, O.
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But by ill storms at Sea,
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I boys, O boys,
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Which bred our misery, I,
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But by ill storms at Sea,
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We were drove out o'th way,
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in the brave Benjamin, O.
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We had more wind then we could bear
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I boys, O boys,
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Our ship it would not steer, I,
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We had more wind then we could bear
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Our Masts and Sails did tear,
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in the poor Benjamin, O.
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The first harm that we had,
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I boys, O boys,
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It makes my heart so sad, I;
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The first harm that we had
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We lost our fore-mast head,
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O the poor Benjamin, O.
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The Seas aloud did roar,
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I boys, O boys,
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We being far from shore, I,
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The Seas no favour shows,
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Unto friends nor foes,
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O the poor Benjamin, O.
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THe next harm that we spy'd,
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I boys, O boys,
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Then we to Heaven cry'd Hy,
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Down fell our Main-mast head,
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Which struck our senses dead,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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Thus we with Seas were crost,
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I boys, O boys,
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And on the Ocean tost, Hy,
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Thus we with Seas were tost,
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Many a brave man was lost,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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The next harm that we had,
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I boys, O boys,
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We had cause to be sad, I,
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The next harm that we had,
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We lost four men from the Yard,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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Disabled as I name,
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I Boys, O boys,
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We were drove on the Main, I,
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So the next harm we had,
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We lost our Rudders head,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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Then we fell all to Prayer,
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I Boys, O boys,
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The Lord our lives would spare, I,
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Then we fell all to Prayer,
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And he at last did hear
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Us in the Benjamin, O.
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Although we sail'd in fear,
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I Boys, O boys,
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The Lord our Ship did steer, I,
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Our Prayers so fervent were,
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That we had passage clear,
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Into brave Plimouth sound, O.
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We came in Plymouth sound,
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I Boys, O boys,
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Our hearts did then resound, I,
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When we came to Plymouth sound,
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Our grief with joy was crown'd,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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When we came all on shore,
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I Boys, O boys,
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Every man at his door, Hy,
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When we came all on shore,
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Our grief we did deplore,
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In the poor Benjamin, O.
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You gallant Young-men all,
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I Boys, O boys,
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'Tis unto you I call, I,
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Likewise brave Seamen all,
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Lament the loss and fall,
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Of the poor Benjamin, O.
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