But the Turks supposed John was in jest, Or concluded he was but a Green-o, So they mustered their fleet all the best, And lay in the Port Navarino. Death and famine they carried before’t, And shot the poor Grecians by flocks, Sir, Said our Tars, “We’ll go join in the sport, And bring down a few Turkey Cocks, Sir.” Then our Admiral boldly went in, Said he, “Mr. Turk, just a word here,” But they answered him with a foul grin, And a dirty trick something like murder. Then Codrington proudly arose, Said he, “Do they take us for dull logs? Well, since they’re determined on blows, Go at ’em, my brave British bull dogs.” Now the Turk thought our ships were his prey, And hoped soon to take them in tow-a, The Asia then led on the way, And next came the brave ship Genoa! The Tars then bang’d into the Turks, As they do to all foes that would wrong us, The Musselmen cried, “Here’s your works! Oh Mahomet! The Devil’s upon us.” The French took a share in the fun, The Russians proved willing and able, In three hours the business was done, And the turkeys dished up for the table. They were cooked to their heart’s full desire, ’Twas not a mere frizzle or toasting, But it seems they’d too much of the fire, And were d----ly burnt in the roasting. Then success to our lads of true blue, Be they found upon sea or on shore, And hurrah for the staunch gallant crew That manned the brave ship the Genoa! While we fight in humanity’s cause, Success all our efforts must crown, Sir, And the tyrant that treads on her laws, May the first honest man knock him down, Sir. [Illustration] _DUKE WILLIAM’S FROLIC._[43] DUKE WILLIAM and a Nobleman, heroes of England’s nation, One morning, nigh to two o’clock, did take their recreation; Into the country they did go, in sailor’s dress from top to toe, Said Duke William, now let us go and know, how they use the brave sailors. Dressed all in their sailor’s trim, they straightway hastened to an inn, And when they were there, they made all the people stare at their manly appearance; The landlady viewed them; by good words they assail her, Said she, come in, be not afraid, I love the jolly sailor. Then up the stairs they did go, and in a room did enter, The duke did say, Landlady, please, bring wine both white and red, Before the wine was drunk out, a press-gang bold and stout, In the lower rooms for sailors bold did look and search about. The landlady said, go upstairs, if sailors you are seeking, But one’s so fat that I believe, you’ll hardly care to ship him; Ne’er mind, the Press-gang they did say, and went without delay, We’re jolly sailors, brothers, from what ship are you, we pray?