We hoisted our colours, and so boldly them did spread With a British flag flying at our royal mast-head, For the honour of England, we will always maintain, While bold British seamen plough the watery main. Exposed to the fire of the enemy she lay, While ninety bright pieces of cannon did play, Where many a brave seaman then lay in his gore, And the shot from their batteries so smartly did pour. Our noble commander, with heart full of grief, Used every endeavour to afford us relief, No ship could assist us, as well you may know, In this wounded condition, we were toss’d to and fro. And you who relieve us the Lord will you bless, For relieving poor sailors in time of distress, May the Lord put an end to all cruel wars, And send peace and contentment to all British tars. [Illustration] _VICTORY._ I AM a youthful lady, my troubles they are great, My tongue is scarcely able my grievance to relate, Since I have lost my true love that was ever dear to me, He is gone to plough the Ocean, on board the Victory. Many a pleasant evening my love and I have met, He clasp’d me round my slender waist, and gave me kisses sweet, I gave to him my hand and heart, he vow’d he’d marry me, But I did not know that my love would go on board the Victory. My parents could not endure my love, because he was poor, Therefore he did not presume to come within the door; But, had he been some noble lord, or man of high degree, They ne’er had sent the lad I love, on board the Victory. Thirteen of the pressgang did my love surround, And one of the cursed gang, he laid bleeding on the ground, My love was overpowered, but he fought most manfully, Till he was obliged to yield, and go in the Victory. Each night, when in my slumbers, I can’t find any rest, Love for my lad so dearly reigns within my burning breast, Sometimes I dream I do enjoy my love’s sweet company, And closely locked in my arms, on board the Victory. His teeth were white as ivory, his hair in ringlets hung, His cheeks like blooming roses, all in the month of June, He is lively, tall and handsome, in every degree, My heart lies in his bosom, on board the Victory. Here’s success unto the Victory, and crew of noble fame, And glory to the noble lord, bold Nelson, was his name, In the battle of Trafalgar, the Victory cleared the way, And my love was slain with Nelson upon that very day. [Illustration] _THE BATTLE OF NAVARINO._[42] YOU’VE heard of the Turks and the Greeks, For all Europe’s been told their bad habits, How they cut down each other like leeks, And the Turks slaughter children like rabbits: But John Bull could bear it no more, Said he, you death dealers, I’ll stop you, And if you don’t both soon give o’er, I swear by St. George, that I’ll whop you.