The Caping Trade.
A New Song, much in Request.
To an Excellent New Tune.
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[1]
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COme all brave Boyes of the Caping Trade,
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This stately Vessel we'le invade,
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We'le pin her Cargo to her Load,
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No quarters we'le 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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For I'le lay my Life I'le board her.
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[2]
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The first Attempt may prove in vain,
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Tho it be neither shame nor Stain;
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The Brave may lose as well as gain.
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We'le do it with Bravadoes,
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We'le turn about and undertake
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To board her under Quarter-deck,
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With Blunderbush and Ported-pike,
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And with two hand Granadoes.
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[3]
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I have been at the Caping-Trade,
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And Foreign Blood I oft have shed,
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But it is true that of Old was said,
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True Honour's got by Danger,
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I'le Stay at Home put up my Pike,
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No prizes more will to me Strike,
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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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[4]
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Declining Days comes on apace,
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How dare I look mine Enemy i'the face,
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Since I came off with so great disgrace,
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And all for lake of Powder.
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My 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 more for Boarding.
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[5]
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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 broad side closs to her clink,
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Deal Thumps and turn all over.
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Your Blind may splite upon her Stern,
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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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[6]
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All you that Caping take in hand,
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See that your Main Mast straight doth 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 evermore,
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See that your Faults be ne're before,
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Stile first a Gun to the Cabbin door,
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Faint Heart ne're wan fair Lady.
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