A New Song ('Come, all ye valiant seamen that plough the raging main')

And listen to my ditty, ye jovial sons of fame;
It is of the bloody battle between us and Monsieur,
And if you'll give attention the truth of it you'll hear.

On the ninth day of July, at St. Hellens where we lay,
Our admiral hove a signal out for all the fleet to weigh.
Down Channel we all sail'd, till a Dutchman we did meet,
Who gave us the intelligence of seeing the French fleet.

The twenty-third of July was the day we hove in sight
Of the Due de Chartres and forty sail so bright.
Our admirals hove the signal out for all the fleet to chase,
But the French prov'd cowards and run, to their disgrace.

We continued chasing them till the twenty-seventh day,
Then about the hour of ten at noon our colours we did display.
The Shrewsbury, Captain Lockhart, was the first that did engage,
Which made our noble admirals hoist their bloody flags with rage.

The Egmont, Captain Alien, that ship of mighty fame,
She's worthy to be called the Dread of France by name,
For boldly she bore down, and twenty-eight ships engag'd,
While our officers and men, boys, did show them British play.

The brave Due de Chartres came rolling in his pride,
Thinking to send the Egmont down with one of his broadsides ;
But he was mistaken, as plainly doth appear,
For we gave him such a drubbing as put their hearts in fear.

To speak of the Formidable and give that ship her due,
She stood in our behalf, boys, like Englishmen so true,
The French admiral lying at our stem, thinking us for to take,
But [she] gave him a broadside, which [made his heart to ache].

And at the very same time we gave them three more louder.
Bold Alien cries, ' Luff, my boys, and let us smell their powder,
Our ship was so disabled that she would hardly steer,
Which obliged us for to heave her to, our damage to repair.

The French they form'd a line again, with a pretence to fight,
But on purpose to deceive us and steal away by night.
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Our ship she was very foul, likewise at Lisbon grounded,
With fourteen brave fellows kill'd, and twenty-four was wounded,
Which made us cry out, ' Revenge,' and made our hearts to grieve
To think we could not see them, but they should us deceive.

So, to conclude and end my song, I do you kindly greet
To drink to our brave admirals and captains in the fleet,
Likewise to Captain Alien and his officers so bold.
And to his ship's company ; they're valiant hearts of gold.