And done more to furnish tales
Now from Vigo, next from Cales,
Than Essex did, or Raleigh.

Chorus..

Greet Eliz'beth on the main
Quell'd the Dons' bostado;
In Queen Ann's auspicious reign.
Valour conquers, not bravado.
Come but such another year,
All the spacious seas we'll clear
Of France and Spain's Armado.

Chorus.

Once more, then, tho' Boreas roar,
And thunders loud do bellow,
Since great Ormond is come o'er,
With each gallant English fellow,
Let us welcome them on shore,
To each health a brimmer pour,
Till every man is mellow!

Chorus.

ANONYMOUS.

THE DEATH OF ADMIRAL BENBOW.1

COME all you sailors bold,

Lend an ear, lend an ear,

Come all you sailors bold,
Lend an ear-

'Tis of our admiral's fame,
Brave Benbow was his name,
How he fought upon the main,

You shall hear, you shall hear.

Brave Benbow, he set sail,
For to fight, for to fight,-
Brave Benbow he set sail,
For to fight-

1 See Appendix, p. 377.

T

'Twas the Ruby and Noah's Ark Fought the French, fought the French, 'Twas the Ruby and Noah's Ark

Fought the French:

And there was ten in all,—

Poor souls they fought them all,

Nor valu'd them at all,

Nor their noise, nor their noise.

It was our admiral's lot,

With chain-shot, with chain-shot,—

It was our admiral's lot,

With chain-shot:

Our admiral lost his legs,

And to his men he begs

"Fight on, brave boys," he says—

"Tis my lot."

While the surgeon dress'd his wounds,
Thus said he, thus said he,-

While the surgeon dress'd his wounds,
Thus said he-

"Let my cradle now in haste
On the quarter-deck be plac'd,
That my enemies be fac'd

Till I'm dead, till I'm dead."

And there brave Benbow lay,
Crying out, crying out,-
And there brave Benbow lay,
Crying out-

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Come, boys, we'll tack once more; And we'll drive them all ashore,—

I value not a score,

Nor their noise, nor their noise!

ANONYMOUS.

ADMIRAL HOSIER'S GHOST.1

As near Porto-Bello lying

On the gently-swelling flood,
At midnight with streamers flying,
Our triumphant navy rode;

There, while Vernon sate all-glorious
From the Spaniards' late defeat,
And his crews, with shouts victorious,
Drank success to England's fleet:

On a sudden, shrilly sounding,
Hideous yells and shrieks were heard;
Then, each heart with fear confounding,
A sad troupe of ghosts appeared;
All in dreary hammocks shrouded,
Which for winding-sheets they wore,
And, with looks by sorrow clouded,
Frowning on that hostile shore.

On them gleamed the moon's wan lustre ;
When the shade of Hosier brave
His pale bands were seen to muster,
Rising from their wat❜ry grave:
O'er the glimmering wave he hied him,
Where the Burford rear'd her sail,
With three thousand ghosts beside him,
And in groans did Vernon hail.

"Heed, oh, heed our fatal story!
I am Hosier's injured ghost;
You, who now have purchased glory
At this place where I was lost:

1 See Appendix, p. 377.

Though in Porto-Bello's ruin

You now triumph free from fears; When you think of my undoing,

You will mix your joys with tears.

"See these mournful spectres sweeping
Ghastly o'er this hated wave,

Whose wan cheeks are stained with weeping—
These were English captains brave.
Mark those numbers, pale and horrid,
Who were once my sailors bold :
Lo! each hangs his drooping forehead,
While his dismal tale is told.

"I, by twenty sail attended,

Did the Spanish town affright;
Nothing then its wealth defended,-
But my orders: Not to fight.'
Oh, that on this rolling ocean

I had cast them with disdain !
And obeyed my heart's warm motion
To have quell'd the pride of Spain !

"For resistance I could fear none;
But with twenty ships had done
What thou, brave and happy Vernon,
Hast achieved with six alone.
Then the Bastimentos never

Had our foul dishonour seen,

Nor the sea the sad receiver

Of this gallant train had been.

"Thus like thee, proud Spain dismaying,
And her galleons leading home,
Though, condemned for disobeying,
I had met a traitor's doom;
To have fallen, my country crying—
He has played an English part!
Had been better far than dying
Of a grieved and broken heart.

"Unrepining at thy glory,

Thy successful arms we hail;
But remember our sad story,
And let Hosier's wrongs prevail :

Sent to this foul clime to languish,
Think what thousands fell in vain,
Wasted with disease and anguish,-
Not in glorious battle slain.

"Hence, with all my train attending
From their oozy tombs below,
Through the hoary foam ascending,
Here I feel my constant woe:
Here, the Bastimentos viewing,
We recall our shameful doom;
And, our plaintive cries renewing,
Wander through the midnight gloom.

"O'er the waves, for ever mourning,
Shall we roam, depriv'd of rest,
If, to Britain's shores returning,
You neglect my just request.
After this proud foe subduing,
When your patriot friends you see,
Think on vengeance for my ruin,
And for England-shamed in me."

RICHARD GLOVER.

BOLD SAWYER.1

COME all ye jolly sailors, with courage stout and bold; Come enter with Bold Sawyer, he'll clothe you all in gold; 2

Repair on board the old Nassau,

We'll make the French to stand in awe

She's mann'd with British boys.

2 In "Cap

1 Captain James Sawyer, Commander of the Nassau. tain Ivory; or, The Bold English Pirate," the phrase occurs, "I'll clothe you in gold"; and it seems to have been fairly common, when the purpose was to get together a crew of daring spirits by the prospect of unusually good fortune. The facts of the occasion were: On October 26, 1758, Keppel left Portsmouth with a squadron of four ships of the line, the fifty-gun ship Lichfield, six vessels of smaller tonnage, and some troops under Colonel Worge. Foul weather drove him back, but he started again on November 11. The Lichfield went ashore on the Moroccan coast in a gale of wind that prevented help being given,