AN EXCELLent song, CALL'D THe frighteD FRENCH; OR, RUSSEL SCOURING THE SEAS.

To a Pleasant Tune.

Russel on the ocean, minding Tourville's motion,
Made them to run at the noise of our guns,

And Toulon shall be their portion;
The French must trot it home by land,
Whilst Russel on the seas command.

Sound the trumpet, beat the drum, while the French do run, Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., while the French do run still before us.

Now the spring's a-coming, our English will be burning
Your towns that be builded near the sea ;

You'll find the sea-men booming;

Then let your armies all advance,

Yet we'll lye on the coast of France,

Sounding trumpets, beating drum, while the towns do burn, Sounding trumpets, etc., sounding trumpets, towns do burn unto ashes.

The Turk and the barbarian, how the English fleet do

scare 'em

And make them to know, before they do go,

That the French shall dread and fear 'em.

Now, Monsieur, bring out all you can ;

We'll fight you ship or man to man.

Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., man to man, we will fight

'em.

Each brave English freeman will be a jolly seaman ;
With Russel we'll go to fight the foe,

For the honour of Old England.

Let Tourville with his fleet then come;

Some we'll sink and some we'll burn.

Gun for gun we'll give them too, while they cry, 'Morbleu !'
Gun for gun, etc., gun, etc., while they cry, We are routed!'

The Turks they are much grieved, altho' they still believed
That the French fleet could the English beat,

But now they are deceived;

In Toulon they all do sneak and hide,
Whilst Russel in the Straights doth ride,

Daring Tourville for to come, and bring out his fleet,

Daring Tourville, etc., daring, etc., bring out his fleet, for to fight

us.

Since the French are frighted they by the world are slighted,

For Russel the brave is resolved for to have

The English nation righted;

He cares not what the French can do,

Since the Red squadron and the Blew

Are full resolved for to be masters of the sea,

Are full resolved for to be, are, etc., masters, etc., in spite of Monsieur.

THE CÆSAR'S VICTORY.

It being [an] account of a ship so called in her voyage to the East Indies, richly laden, [which] was beset with five sail of Pirates; but the Cæsar so rarely behaved herself that she came off with conquest and put her foes to flight, losing no more than one man, and but seven wounded, one of which was Francis Stevens, a Water-man, who formerly ply'd at Puddle-Dock, who lost his arm.

To the Tune of Cannons rore.

As we was sailing on the main,
Well laded with great store of gain,
We was in danger to be ta'en:
Five pirates ships appeared,
Who sailed up with courage bold,
As if they would not be contrould;
But we brave noble hearts of gold
Their courage never feared.

K

We soon did understand their will,
And therefore used our chiefest skill,
Resolving there our blood to spill
Rather than lose our Cæsar:

We vow'd she should not be their prey,
And therefore, boys, we show'd them play.
It was upon the Sabbath day:

No pirates could appease her.

The master, flourishing his sword,
Did comfort to us all afford,

Both seamen, souldiers then on board,
True courage to awaken;

Then with one voice we all did cry,
'We are resolved to make them fly,
Or in the Cæsar we will dye,
Rather than to be taken.'

Before the fight we this did do :
Our bread into the sea we threw,
To make room for the whole ship's crew
To fight and keep foes under :
This truth can never be deny'd,
We soon did quell their haughty pride
By giving them a full broadside :
Our cannons roar'd like thunder.

Full five long hours there we fought,
In the brave Cæsar, fierce and stout;
At length we put them to the rout
Who aimed at our treasure:
We pour'd them in whole showers of lead,
So that they tumbled down for dead

And in the ocean made their bed,
Where they may lie their leisure.

Their admiral did want to be
Aboard of Cæsar, this we see,
That they might have rich plunder free,
The thing which they delight in :
But yet there was not one that dare
To come on board of Cæsar there ;
They knew their lives we would not spare,

So fierce we was for fighting.

Good Fortune she our courage crown'd,
Or else aboard on us they'd found
The sum of fourscore thousand pound,
Besides all other lading:

Could they but once have seen us fall,
Their booty then had not been small,
Two hundred thousand pound in all ;
This would have spoil'd our trading.

I hope we gave them all their due,
Yet sav'd our coyn and cargo too.
Believe me, this is perfect true,
It is no feigned story:

For though our foes were five to one,
Yet we at last did make them run:
And when we see our work was done
To God we gave the glory,

Who did indeed our rights maintain ;
For in this skirmish on the main
Of us there was but one man slain,

And seven others wounded:

But those that sought our overthrow,
They lost a many more, we know.
Thus Providence did kindness show
When we was so surrounded.

A COPY OF VERSES, COMPOSED BY CAPTAIN HENRY EVERY, LATELY GONE TO SEA TO SEEK HIS FORTUNE.

To the Tune of The Two English Travellers.

Come, all you brave boys, whose courage is bold,
Will you venture with me? I'll glut you with gold.
Make haste unto Corona: a ship you will find,
That's called the Fancy, will pleasure your mind.

Captain Every is in her, and calls her his own;
He will box her about, boys, before he has done :
French, Spaniard, and Portuguese, the heathen likewise,
He has made a war with them until that he dies.

Her model's like wax, and she sails like the wind ;
She is rigg'd, and fitted, and curiously trimm'd,
And all things convenient has for his design.
God bless his poor Fancy, she's bound for the mine.

Farewel, fair Plimouth, and Cat-Down be damn'd:
I once was part-owner of most of that land;
But as I am disown'd, so I'll abdicate

My person from England to attend on my fate.

Then away from this climate and temperate zone, To one that's more torrid, you'll hear I am gone With an hundred and fifty brave sparks of this age, Who are fully resolved their foes to engage.

These northern parts are not thrifty for me;
I'll rise the Anterise, that some men shall see
I am not afraid to let the world know
That to the South Seas and to Persia I'll go.

Our names shall be blaz[on]ed and spread in the sky,
And many brave places I hope to descry
Where never a French man e'er yet has been,
Nor any proud Dutchman can say he has seen.

My commission is large, and I made it myself,
And the capston shall stretch it full larger by half;
It was dated in Corona, believe it, my friend,
From the year ninety-three unto the world's end.

I honour St. George, and his colours I were,
Good quarters I give, but no nation I spare;
The world must assist me with what I do want ;
I'll give them my bill when my money is scant.

Now this I do say and solemnly swear:
He that strikes to St. George the better shall fare
But he that refuses shall suddenly spy
Strange colours aboard of my Fancy to fly.

Four chiviliges of gold in a bloody field,
Environ'd with green, now this is my shield;
Yet call out for quarter before you do see
A bloody flag out, which is our decree.