Our Captain woke in a terrible fright, It being about the first watch of the night, Aloud for the boatswain, he straightly did call, And to him related the secret all. Boatswain, said he, it grieves me to the heart, To think that I’ve acted a villain’s part, To take what was not my lawful due To starve my passengers and the ship’s crew. There’s one thing more I have to tell, When I in Waterford town did dwell, I killed my master, a merchant there, All for the sake of his lady fair. I killed my wife and children three, All through that cursed jealousy, And on my servant I laid the blame, And hang’d he was, all for the same. Captain, said he, if that be so, Pray, let none of your ship’s crew know, But keep the secret within your breast, And pray to God to give you rest. Early next morning a storm did rise, Which our seamen did much surprize. The sea was over us, both fore and aft, That scarce a man on deck was left. Then the boatswain he did declare That our Captain was a murderer, It so enraged all the ship’s crew, They overboard the Captain threw. When this was done, a calm was there, Our good-like ship homeward did steer, The wind abated and calmed the sea, And they sailed safe to America. When we came to anchor there, Our good-like ship for to repair, The people wondered much to see What a poor distress’d big wreck were we. _VIVA VICTORIA._ ROUSE ye lovers of peace and order, Of true freedom, with honour united, Rally round the old banner of union, And its glory shall never be blighted. We have bold hearts in British dominions, Who dare all a freeman should dare, But the Throne and the Queen be our watchword, And let traitors and foemen beware. Viva Victoria! Viva Victoria! Strength to the throne! health to the Queen! Viva Victoria! We’ll have peace, but it must be with honour, We have no need of new names in story, But if war sounds the tocsin, then Britain, Still has heroes enough for her glory. Shame the Brawlers, who trade in sedition, Misleaders, who traffic in lies, And beware, lest those self-seeking martyrs, Would-be-lions, prove wolves in disguise. Viva Victoria! etc. By the head, or the hand, if it toileth, May the honest man live by his labour, But the drone who can work and won’t work, Shall not rest on the strength of his neighbour. To the Throne, as the safeguard of freedom, By our birthright allegiance we swear, For the Queen is the Monarch of Freedom, To the King of all be our prayer. Viva Victoria! etc. _QUEEN VICTORIA._[49]