See Keppel's flag once more display'd; upon the deck he stands ; Old England's glory ne'er can fade or tarnish in his hands. So a-cruising we will go, etc.. Be England to herself but true, to France defiance hurl'd, ON BOARD OF THE 'ARETHUSA' Come, all ye jolly sailors bold, Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould, Huzza to the Arethusa ! She is a frigate tight and brave To their fav'rite launch ; And when the foe shall meet our fire, 'Twas with the spring fleet she went out, The fam'd Belle Poule straight ahead did lie: Not a sheet nor a tack Or a brace did she slack, Tho' the Frenchmen laugh'd, and thought it stuff, On deck five hundred men did dance, Our captain hail'd the Frenchman, ‘Ho!' 'Bear down; d'ye see? To our admiral's lee.' 'No, no,' says the Frenchman, 'that can't be.' The fight was off the Frenchman's land. And, now we have driven the foe ashore, To his favourite lass; A health to the captain and officers true THE GREENLAND MEN A excellent new song, composed by 18 Greenlandmen in the Swan Tender hold in Leith Roads, June 2d, 17780 [sic]. To the Tune We'll go no more to Greenland in a ship that has no guns. On board the noble Ann, 27th. of March, from Shields to Green land we set sail, The wind it blowing fair with a sweet and pleasant gale. She bore down upon us, and upon our quarter she did come; It never shall be said, my boys, but the noble Ann will face the foe. We'll go, etc. All hands being at quarters to work we did begin; The first broadside she gave us down our topsailyards did come. Our captain call'd, 'Don't be afraid, but fight away, like men; Our guns being few in number, the number being but five, He play'd upon our bow and quarter; the shot it came like hail : Our guns set for the best advantage alongside they did come. As soon as they bore upon him we immediately let drive, And wounded three of his Irishmen. 'Tis a pity we left them alive. We'll go, etc. Our captain walked the quarterdeck like a lion stout, Cry'd, 'Don't let it be said, my boys, we cowardly give it out.' Our running ropes, sails, and rigging being all shot away, We'll go, etc. We fought them five glasses, but found it all in vain ; You see she carries 18 guns and we're sure for to be taken; Our captain cry'd, 'What must we do? To strike it will be best; The cutter never will leave us until they see us lost.' We'll go, etc. Then seeing us an inferior force they unto us did shout, O then our captain went aboard, and part of our noble crew. They beat the captain on the head and swore they would run him through; Now into their hold they put us, bound into irons strong, And for twelve days they kept us where we were thick and throng. We'll go, etc. The first meal that they gave us was calavances and salt beef, We lying in this condition, for Ireland Captain Ray in did push Unto the Irish Channel, where he was bound to cruise. They had not cruised many days, but only four or five, Ransom being made for her, it being all agreed For to knock off our irons and put us aboard with speed, Now to our joy and comfort we're landed all on shore, And to Newcastle we are bound, to see our friends once more. We being in this condition we travelled long and sore, After this refreshment on our journey we do proceed, Next morning after two o'clock 50 of Neper's gang We'll go, etc. Now we are all taken, and to Leith we do come Before Captain Neper to receive our doom. We were that night in two barns as we were ne'er before, Or we had broke some of these ruffians' heads and made them for to roar. We'll go, etc. He told us we might enter if that we would pay Forty shillings a man to the rogue that did us betray; But Neper's high offer we rejected with disdain, But we'll fight for our King against France and against Spain. But I hope in short time sweet peace will be restor❜d, To pay Neper and his men for what they have done. Come, all you jolly seamen that to Greenland do go, We wish you good success, alltho' we go no more, For we are forced to serve the King on board of a man-o-war ; ADMIRAL KEPPEL TRIUMPHANT; OR, MONSIEURS IN THE SUDS. Each bold British tar, Who ne'er dreads wound or scar, Now to honour and glory advance; Never let it be told That Britons so bold Shall stoop to be conquer'd by France. This American war Had ne'er gone on so far Had they not been supported by France; But Keppel so brave, Such music he'll have, Will teach them the Old English dance. |