BIB Id 280902
COME all you brave
The truth to you I'll tell,
It is of a sad misfortune,
To
'Twas all in the heights of
Where cannons loud did roar,
They summoned
To fight or else give o'er.
The summons then to be served,
Was sent unto my
Which made him feel like poor
And quickly draw his sword,
Say, must I give these glitt'ring troops,
These ships and
And yield to
And his bold rebel crew?
A grand council then was called,
His
Say, what think you now my heroes,
To yield you may depend-
For don't you see the bomb-shells fly,
And cannons loud do roar,
And
'Twas the
In the year eighty-one
To
They marched from their posts brave boys,
And quickly grounded arms,
Rejoice, ye brave
With music's sweetest charms.
Six thousand chosen
To
Besides some ships and
That could not stay behind;
With refugees and blackamores;
O what a direful crew!
It was then he had some thousands,
But now he's got but few.
My
For to send home this dreadful news
Unto his
To contradi&t some former lines,
That once to him was sent,
That he and his bold
They conquer'd where they went.
Here's a health to great
And his brave army too,
And likewise to our worthy
To him much honour's due.
May we subdue those
And clear the eastern shore,
That we may live in peace my boys;
Whilst wars they are no more.
The Sailor Boy.
The sea was calm, the sky serene,
And gently blew the eastern gale;
When
Watch'd the
Thou who cans't save, or can'st destroy;
From each surrounding danger guard,
My much lov'd little sailor boy.
When tempests o'er the ocean howl,
And even sailors shrink with dread,
Be some prote&ting angel near,
To hover round my
He was belov'd by all the plain,
His father's pride, his mother's joy,
Then safely to their arms restore
Their much lov'd little sailor boy.