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"All hands for boarding!" 1
"The victory is sure!

now he cried.

Come, bear a hand, my gallant boys,-
Our prize we'll now secure!"

Like lions then we rush'd aboard,
And fought them hand to hand;
And tho' they did outnumber us,
They could not us withstand.
They fought in desperation,
Disorder and dismay,

And in about three minutes' time
Were forc'd to give us way.

2

Their captain and lieutenant,
With seventy of the crew,
Were killed in this sharp action,
And a hundred wounded too;
The ship we took to Halifax,
And the captain buried there,
And the living of his crew

As his chief mourners were.

Have courage, all brave British tars,
And never be dismay'd;

But put the can of grog about,
And drink success to trade;
Likewise to gallant Captain Broke

And all his valiant crew,

Who beat the bold Americans

And brought their courage to.

ANONYMOUS.

1

THE YANKEE MAN-O'-WAR.3

(Air: The Ranger.)

'Tis of a gallant Yankee ship

That flew the stars and stripes,

And the breeze o' wind due nor'-nor'-west,

That still in winter pipes;

"Follow me who can," were his words.

2 The Chesapeake had

sixty-one men killed, including most of her officers, and eighty-five wounded; the British loss was thirty-three killed and fifty wounded.

3 A traditional ballad.

With her starboard tacks aboard, my boys, She hugg'd up to the gale,

As one autumn night we raised the light On the Head of old Kinsale.

It was a fine and cloudless night,

And the breeze held steady and strong, As gaily over the heaving deep

Our good ship bowl'd along;

With the foaming crash beneath her bows
The mounting waves she spread,
And stooping low her breast of snow,
She buried her lee-cathead.

There was no talk of short'ning sail
By the Cap'n on the poop;

Then under the tug of her flying jib,
The boom bent like a hoop;

And the creak of tackle told the strain
As it held her stout maintack;

But he only laughed as he glanced astern
At her seething, silvery track.

The flood-tide met in the channel waves,
As they rolled from shore to shore;
The mist grew thickish on the land
From Featherstone to Dunmore;
Yet gleamed the light on Tusker Rock,
Where the old bell tolled the hour;
But the beacon-light, foretime so bright,
Was quench'd on Waterford Tower.

The spreading robes our good ship wore
Were her topsails fore and aft,
Her spanker and her standing jib,
For she was a stiffish craft.
Then "Lay aloft!" the Cap'n cried;

"Loose out your light sails fast!

And royals and topgallant-sails

Were quickly on each mast.

What loom'd upon our starboard bow?
What hung there in the breeze?
'Twas time our packet haul'd her wind
Abreast the old Saltee's.

For by her mighty press of sail,

And by our consorts four, We saw our morning visitor Was a British man-o'-war.

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Up spake our noble Cap'n then,
As a shot went whistling past,
"Haul flat your courses' sheets!
Lay your topsails to the mast!
Those Englishmen sent three loud cheers
From out their three-decked ark;
We answered with a broadside deep
From the decks of our patriot-bark.

"Drop helm! Out booms!" our skipper cried,

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And the smartest keel that e'er was launched
Shot away from the British fleet.

And amidst a murderous hail of shot,
With stun-sails hoisting away,

Down the North Channel Paul Jones tore on
In the dawn and the flying spray.

ANONYMOUS.

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There was a laughing devil in his sneer;

And where his frown of hatred darkly fell,
Hope withering fled, and Mercy sigh'd farewell!

He left a Corsair's name to other times,
Link'd with one virtue and a thousand crimes.
BYRON.

In pestilential barks they cross'd the flood;
Then were the wretched ones asunder torn
To distant isles, to separate bondage borne.
MONTGOMERY.

We'll run a cargo of silk, yo-ho!
And the Customs men we'll bilk just so!
Just so, just so, yo-ho!

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OLD SONG.

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