They thought to resist, but Joan with her fist, She thumpt them about till the taylors they pi[ ], And then in a rage the rest did engage, And brought them away to the round-house or ca[ge], _These poor taylors_. With all might and main down to Dutchy Lane These petticoat press-masters hurried again, To press some they knew: ’twas Morgan and Hu[gh], A couple belong’d to the cross-legged crew, _And Welsh taylors_. Then Morgan hur railes, crys, ‘Splutter-a-nails, Hur newly come up to fair London from Wales; Then pray cease your strife, hur has a young wife, Besides hur was never yet kill’d in hur life.’ _A Welsh taylor._ But yet, right or wrong, they brought ’em along, And happen’d to meet with three more in the thro[ng]. Then said lusty Jane, ‘You must serve King and Que[en]!’ And thus these stout females did press full fourte[en], _And all taylors_. _THE COURAGIOUS COMMANDER; OR, A BRIEF RELATION OF THAT MOST NOBLE ADVENTURE OF SIR CLOUDESLY SHOVELL, IN THE BAY OF DUBLIN, ON GOOD FRYDAY, IN BRINGING THE PELLICAN FRIGAT OUT OF THEIR HARBOUR IN TRIUMPH AND VICTORY._ To the Tune of _Let Cæsar live long_. Now, noble brave boys, let the sweet trumpet sound, While seamen with trophies of honour are crown’d; For gracious King William they’ll fight till they dye, And scorn from the face of a Tory to flye. Sir brave Cloudesly Shovell sail’d to Dublin Bay, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. Bold James and his Teagues they did stand and behold Our noble commander, couragious and bold, Who ventur’d just close to the banks of their shore And laid the proud enemy sprawling in gore: With fire and sword, boys, we enter’d the bay, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. Our noble commander first enter’d aboard, On the _Monmouth_ yacht; this did courage afford To all the brave sailors of Protestant pride, Who vow’d they wou’d venture to dye by his side; Then crossing the bar they enter’d the bay, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. The Tory commander did fire amain, While we did salute him with bullets again, Till twenty or more of his rebells were kill’d. Now when he our valour and courage beheld, He straight cut his cable to flye from the fray, But we brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. The Protestants’ goods they were sending for France; By us they were stopt--ay, and taken by chance, Which made the poor French-men to swear, fret, and frown, To see our brave seamen of fame and renown, With what resolution our guns they did play, When we brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away.