O Victory! thou wast unlucky, but once before was out at sea, away: Now thou art gone to the bottom with a jovial company, An admiral, marines and sailors, most unhappy Victory! Oh! the grief of mournful widows, and their children fatherless, And the grief of tender parents, is more than what I can express : Some lamenting for their sweethearts overwhelm'd with grief we see, Each one laments his dear relation, Oh! the fatal Victory! Children crying for their fathers, widows weeping in distress, DISCONSOLATE JUDY'S LAMENTATION FOR THE ABSENCE OF HER TRUE LOVE JOHNNY, ON BOARD THE VICTORY, WITH ADMIRAL BALCHEN, NOW MISSING. O John, my lovely sailor dear, No cruel balls has hurt my dear, No fatal rocks you have come near, You nor the gallant Victory. Nine hundred men on board you have, A jolly crew both stout and brave As ever did go out to sea, Dear Johnny, I at Portsmouth wait, ENGLAND'S GLORY; OR THE French KING STRIPPED. Being a new song compos'd by Capt. Roberts, in praise of those bold sailors belonging to the Prince Frederick, and Duke Privateers, who took the two French ships with forty five waggon loads of money on board, which was brought through the City in triumph to the Tower. Tune of Avast! Honest Mess-mate. Come all you jolly seamen, that's willing to enter Fal, etc. The fourth day of May from the Downs we set sail, And with the Prince Frederick being our Commodore, Fal, etc. The tenth day of July, it being very clear, Fal, etc. A broadside from these French dogs we did receive, Fal, etc. We hoisted out our pinnace, went to them straitway, Fal, etc. Then we went to Kingsale, being the nearest place, Fal, etc. THE LUCKY SAILOR; OR THE SAILOR'S INVITATION TO GO WITH ADMIRAL ANSON. Come jolly sailors, join with me, That we the French pride may pull down! We'll make 'em strike where'er we meet, Or serve 'em all as we've done these. My boys, you heard what we have done, (bis) And made the merchant-men to run; The Centurion first led the van, (bis) And when they saw our fleet come up, (bis) To see such prizes we had took, For ourselves and for George our King. O! now, my boys, I'm come on shore, (bis) I'll make you drink before we part; Such luck I never had before. Here is a health to those brave men, (bis) That did command this noble fleet, Bold Anson and brave Warren. My boys our prizes is arrived, (bis) It did their very hearts revive. With joy and mirth we spent the night, (bis) In drinking loyal healths all round, It was such a welcome sight. Our ships are all a fitting up, (bis) I wish we may have but good luck. Where'er he comes he makes 'em rue. This is the second time you've seen (bis) The waggon loads of money come, And all taken by brave Anson. Come now, my boys, drink off a glass ; (bis Let's not forget now we're come home, Each bold sailor's pretty lass. TIT FOR TAT: A SEA KICK FOR A LAND CUFF. Being the sailors' song upon our having a Hawke's eye on the French fleet, the fourteenth of October last [1747]. I Ring, ring out our bells! and to Calais from Dover So Huzzah! to King George, etc. 2 Now hark! and you'll hear (and with truth 'twill be told) A fleet so becrowded with numbers we found, Tho' our ken could not count 'em, our first chasing gun Tho' our ken could not count 'em, etc. 3 All, all hands aloft, and away 'fore the wind, Full sail sped their merchants, from convoys behind; 4 Now broadsides to broadsides, smash! thro' and thro' boring, Made the sea seem a forest of lions all roaring! But the Severn's bruised ribs felt our shot fly so sore, That her loud fifty mouths never spoke a word more. So silenc'd we left her, without more concern, To be catch'd, as we saw, by our frigates astern. |