Captain Paul Jones of the ship Poor Richard of 40 guns, took an English ship called the Serapis of 44, and the Lion a 20 gun ship at one engagement.

AN American frigate, a frigate of fame, With guns mounted forty, the Richard by name, For to cruise in the channel of old England, And a valiant commander, Paul Jones is the man.

We had not sail'd long before we did espy A large forty-four, and a twenty so nigh, With fifty bold seamen well laid in with store, In comfort pursu'd us from the old English shore.

About twelve at noon Percy came along side, With a speaking trumpet, whence came you ? he cry'd, Its now gave an answer, I hail'd you before, Or this moment a broadside into you I'll pour.

Paul Jones then he says to his men every one, Let ev'ry bold seaman stand true to his gun ; We'll receive a broadside from these bold English men, And like true yankee heroes return in again.

The contest was bloody, both decks ran with gore, The sea seem'd to blaze when the cannons did roar ; Fight on my brave boys, then Paul Jones he cry'd, We will soon humble this bold Englishman's pride.

Stand firm to your quarters, your duty don't shun, The first man that quits them, thro' his body I'll run, Tho' their force is superior, yet they shall know What true brave American seamen can do.

we fought them eight glasses, eight glasses so hot, Till seventy bold seamen lay dead on the spot, Any ninety bold seamen lay bleeding in their gore, while the pieces of cannon most wretched did roar.

Our gunner in fright to Paul Jones he came, we make water quite fast, and our side's in a flame ; Then brave Jones he said in the height of his pride, If we can't do no better boys sink along side.

The Lion bore down while the Richard did rake, which caused the heart of poor Percy to ake ; Our shot flew so hot they cou'd not stand us long, 'Till the undaunted union of Britaincame down.

To us they did strike, their colors pull'd down ; The fame of Paul Jones will be heard with renown ; His name will be rank'd among heroes so brave, who fought like a freeman our country to save.

Now all you brave seamen whoever you be, who hear of this battle that's fought on the sea, May you all do like them, when call'd to the same, And your names be enroll'd on the pages of fame.

Your country will boast of Tars that's so brave, And to you she will look in dangers to save ; She'll call you dear Sons, your names they will shine, And about your brave brows bright laurels entwine.

So now my brave boys we have taken a prize, A large forty-four, and a twenty likewise ; Then God bless the mother, that cause has to weep For the loss of her son in the ocean so deep.

STERRET's Sea Fight.

STAND to your guns my hearts of oak, Let not a word on board be spoke, Victory soon will crown the joke ; Be silent and be ready. Ram down your guns and spunge them well, Let us be sure that the balls will tell, The cannons' roar shall sound their knell; Be steady boys, be steady.

Not yet, nor yet--reserve your fire, Says brave Sterret--Fire ! And sink those Moorish Tropolines, All were amaz'd who beheld the scenes, A broadside my boys.

See the blood in purple tide, Trick down her batter'd side ; wing'd with fate the bullets fly, Conquer boys--or bravely die, Be steady and defend your rights, She's silent-huzza ! To Columbia's flag she strikes.