An Excellent Song, Call'd The Frighted French ; or, Russel Scouring the Seas

Russel on the ocean, minding Tourville's motion,
Made them to run at the noise of our guns,
And Toulon shall be their portion ;
The French must trot it home by land,
Whilst Russel on the seas command.
Sound the trumpet, beat the drum, while the French do run,
Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., while the French do run still before us.

Now the spring's a-coming, our English will be burning
Your towns that be builded near the sea ;
You'll find the sea-men booming;
Then let your armies all advance,
Yet we'll lye on the coast of France,
Sounding trumpets, beating drum, while the towns do burn,
Sounding trumpets, etc., sounding trumpets, towns do burn unto ashes.

The Turk and the barbarian, how the English fleet do scare 'em
And make them to know, before they do go,
That the French shall dread and fear 'em.
Now, Monsieur, bring out all you can;
We'll fight you ship or man to man.
Sound the trumpet, etc., sound, etc., man to man, we will fight 'em.

Each brave English freeman will be a jolly seaman;
With Russel we'll go to fight the foe,
For the honour of Old England.
Let Tourville with his fleet then come;
Some we'll sink and some we'll burn.
Gun for gun we'll give them too, while they cry, ' Morbleu !'
Gun for gun, etc., gun, etc., while they cry, ' We are routed I '

The Turks they are much grieved, altho' they still believed
That the French fleet could the English beat,
But now they are deceived ;
In Toulon they all do sneak and hide,
Whilst Russel in the Straights doth ride,
Daring Tourville for to come, and bring out his fleet,
Daring Tourville, etc.) daring) etc.) bring out his fleet) for to fight us.

Since the French are frighted they by the world are slighted,
For Russel the brave is resolved for to have
The English nation righted;
He cares not what the French can do,
Since the Red squadron and the Blew
Are full resolved for to be masters of the sea,
Are full resolved for to be, are, etc., masters, etc., in spite of
Monsieur.