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rHY I'm singing of French, Dutch, and Spanish bravada, And going to give you each regular date, Since the year that we conquer'd the famous armaria, . Which hapt fifteen hundred and eighty-eight. Queen Elizabeth, ble^s the old girl, was plac'd ready, If they landed, toshow 'em some true English sport; But their whiskers were sing'd by Drake, both brave and steady, Just to save them a licking at Tilbury fort. Then hooraw for the tars of .England, so free, The pride of the world, and the lords of the sea.
In ninety-six following, Raleigh and Howard, OffCalals,with their cannon sopeppcr'd theDous, That the smell of the powder made each man a
coward; And they call'd on their Saints as they fled from
their guns. Sixteen hundred and sixty and two, with his
besom, Van Troinp swore he'd sweep the whole sea,
or be shot; But Blake beat him twice, and, next year, just to
please him, He'd two actious with Monk, and Mynheer
went to pot.
Then hooraw, &c.
In sixty and five, the Dutch Admiral Opdam, Told the people he'd eat up the brave Duke of York! But his highness so merrily pepper'd and popp'd 'em; Though their ships were like lead, yet their • heels were like cork. Next year for four days, Albermarle apd his sailors, The spawn of Van Trorap heat weather andlt-c. For chain shot was first us'd; they all scampeiM
like tailors, And our tars from that moment were lords of the sea.
In seventy-two the Mynheers cry'd peccavi.
the navy; Don't youknow there's aglorious song about that? To sev'nteen hundred and two in my history next I go, When the English and Dutch, under bold Sir George Rooke, Beat the Spaniards and French in the harbour of
Then hooraw, Sic.
In the year forty-four, Admirals Warren and
Ih eighty bold Rodney well tickled Langara;
Eighty-one saw 1 Iyde Parker so gloriously shine; But next year Count de Grasse, in the Ville de Paris,
Was taken, when so gallantly we broke the line. But all this to the war is nothing comparable,
Though we beat dons, mounseers, and mynheers, to some tune, My lord Howe led the way, by a victoiy terrible,
OflfUshant in the mom, ninety-four, first ofjunc. Then hooraw, &c. In June ninety-five, brave Corowallis did service;
Sordid firidport, and allon't was done in a week; ButValentine'sdaytlienextyear, andgreatjervis,
No pen can describe, nor no lingo can speak.
Yet' Vet Octoberthe eleventh, thesame year, for liard fighting, Was the best brush of all; when from Cacaperdown's shore, Brave Duncan so nobly Dutch treach'ry requiting, Brought their fleet to an anchor all snug at the Nore.
Then hooraw, &c.
But, as if English tars, to their country so hearty,
Were determin'd still honour on honour to pile,
Ninety-eight, first of August, did up Buonaparte,
By the wonders that Nelson perfurm'd at the
But, Lord, how I talk, e'nt the nation bestowing
A pillar to tell about tars and their lives? And 'tis gloriously done! for to them 'tis all owing That we've laws, and religion, audchildren and wives.
Then hooraw, &c.
A S pensive one night in my garret I eat, ^ My last shilling produc'd on the table; That advent'rcr, cried I, might a hist'ry relate,
If to think and to speak it were able. Whether fancy or magic, 'twas play'd me the freak,
The face seem'd with life to be filling; Aud cried, instantly speaking, or seeming to
Pay attention to me, thy last shilling, [speak,
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I was once the last coirt, of the law, a sad limb,
Twasthe wife of his messmate, whos,e glistening
Fale want, then poor families chilling; Where rakes in their revels, the piper to pay, Have spurn'd me, their best friend and last shilling.
Thou thyself hast been thoughtless, for profligates bail,
But to-morrow all cares shalt thou bury; When my little hist'ry thou offers for sale,
In the interim spend me, and be merry. No, never, cried I; thou'rtmy Mentor, my muse,
And grateful thy dictates fulfilling;— I'll hoard thee in my heart: thus men counselrefuse,
Till the lecture comes from the last shilling.