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COME all you jovial sailors, Give ear unto my song, Let joy inspire your hearts, While glory leads you on: The Count de Grasse with all his fleet, Has threat'ned us full sore, That with his grand Armada, He'll scour the British shore; Our ships he'll sink, our islands take, All under his command, But the courage of bold Britons, Has stopt his warlike hand. The proud and lofty hero, In Port Royal harbour lay, And on the eighth of April, From thence he sail'd away: And with his floating batteries, In number thirty three,
A large convoy of transports, To bear him company; With troops and ammunition, As plainly doth appear, For to besiege Jamaica, His course he strait did steer. He thought this great attempt, Was very bold indeed; But now I will unfold to you, How far he did succeed: For Hood he soon had tidings, The bards had took their flight, That he with so much diligence, Had watch'd both day and night: Then with the gallant British fleet, We sail'd from St. Lucia, Resolving the destruction, Of the daring enemy.
It was on the ninth of April, Just at the break of day, We espy'd those lofty Frenchmen, At Dominica lay; There being but little wind, And they to windward were, In spite of all our best efforts, Their convoy did get clear: The squadron under gallant Hood, Receiv'd a glorious breeze, To bring the French to action, The present moment seiz'd. The whole French fleet we did engage, Full eight glasses or more, And with our little squadron, So well we paid their score; And like undaunted Britons, Each man stood to his gun, Altho' the French at times Were nearly two to one; The rest of our fleet coming up, On them began to play, Which made 'em for to haul their wind, And like cowards run away. Those cowards then to windward, Three days we did pursue, Until the twelfth of April, The glorious fight renew'd: The wind did seem to favour us, Our fleet hove in a line, And for to close our enemy. It were our whole design: Bold Drake he led the van, And fully bent was he, To die or else to conquer, The daring enemy. The action it commenced, From the van unto the rear, And we broke their line of battle, Amidst the smoke of fire: Their Glory we dismasted, Our shot as well we play'd, While fury round the enemy, Did rage on ev'ry side;
So closely we pursu'd them, They knew not where to run, To shelter their disabled ships, From the fire of English guns. From morning until evening, The battle we maintain'd, The sea on every side of us, Seem'd to be in a flame: The lofty Ville de Paris, And haughty Count de Grasse, One of them we took prisoner, The other lay avast: What joy inspir'd each Briton's heart, When the action it did close, To see the LILLY of France, Strike to the English ROSE. Now the lofty Ville de Paris, To Louis is no more; Behold she trims her lofty sails, To deck Britannia's shore: With three more of their lofty ships, Bearing her company; Two more to make the fight complete, Lay buried in the sea: So now proud Louis think no more, Bold Britons to ensnare; Our English tars will curb your pride, Your boasting we don't fear. So Britons now join chorus, And sound our Admirals' praise, Brave gallant Hood and Drake, The terror of the seas: All captains and lieutenants bold, That fought with courage great, All offic[er]s and seamen, Throughout the British fleet; For we have, and will still beat them, So Britons bold advance, To curb the boasting insults, Of proud and haughty France.
TURNER, PRINTER.