The Seamens VICTORY:
OR,
Admiral Killegrew's
Glorious Conquest over the French Fleet, in the Streights, as
they were coming from THOULON towards BREST.
WITH
The manner of Taking Three of their French Men of War, and sinking Two
more; although the French Admiral vainly boasted he would recover Brest or
Paradice, yet he shamefully run from the English Fleet.
To the Tune of The Spinning-wheel.
Licensed according to Order.
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HEre's joyfull News came late from Sea,
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'Tis of a gallant Victory,
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Which oe'r the French we did obtain,
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Upon the throbbing Ocean Main,
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As soon as e'er they found our Rage,
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The Rogues was glad to disengage.
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The French Fleet sailing from Thoulon,
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As we by Letters understand,
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To join with those that lay at Brest,
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As some of them have since confest:
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But our brave Fleet with them did meet,
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And made the Frenchmen soon retreat.
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Five Ships with others, did advance,
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Being the very Pride of France;
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The Lewis, Dauphin, and the Sun,
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With others which were forc'd to run,
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As by this Ditty you shall hear,
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Brave English Boys the Coast did clear.
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The French at first did brag and boast,
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But we so wisely rul'd the Roast,
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Under our Admiral Killegrew,
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That we engag'd and beat them too:
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Declaring that we did not fear
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The haughty Rage of proud Mounsieur.
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Our Admiral bore up amain,
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Resolving that he would maintain
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A sharp and bloudy Fight, with those
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Who dare K. Williams Crown oppose:
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Then Broad-sides streight began to roar,
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Which laid the French in reeking Gore.
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Right valiant Seamen fierce and bold
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Couragious noble Hearts of Gold,
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All with a Resolution bent,
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Whole Showers of Shot to them they sent,
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By which the French in Hundreds fell,
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Our Guns did ring their Passing-bell.
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We pour'd our Shot on e'ery side,
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'Tis bravely done, the Captains cry'd,
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Though sharp and bloudy be the Fray,
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The French are beat, we have the day:
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True English Boys, 'twas bravely done,
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See how the Frenchmen run, they run.
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Now while we did maintain the Fight,
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Two French Ships there we sunk down right
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And likewise have we taken Three,
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This Crown'd our Work with Victory;
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The noble valiant Killegrew,
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After the rest do's still pursue.
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The French-men they did retreat,
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They were a shatter'd torn Fleet;
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But if he shall them overtake,
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A Prize of all the rest he'll make;
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Couragious Boys are sail'd with him,
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Who freely ventures Life and Limb.
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Under the Admiral's Command,
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For to defend the Native Land:
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May Heaven prosper still and bless,
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Our valiant Soldiers good Success,
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Then we hereafter may advance
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To shake the very Crown of France.
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