The Tories came down with their foot and their horse, And with their old master lamented his loss; And into the water a party did ride, Discharging their pistols against our ship’s side; But like men of courage our guns we did play, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. ‘You damn’d English dogs,’ one proud Monsieur did cry, But straight at his horse we a bullet let flye; He was in a rage to find such salutes, That straight he was forc’d to shake off his jack-boots; Then after the rebels our guns we did play, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. But here is one thing that is worthy of note: Two Protestant boys they did wade to our boat; We straight took them in, and their lives we did save: An account of the fears of the rebels they gave. Our streamers we spread, and our flags did display, And brought the brave _Pellican_ frigat away. This is but a rellish and taste of their doom; Brave boys, we will down with the bullworks of Rome. The rebels in France they may put their whole trust, While we all their glory lay low in the dust. With fire and sword, boys, we’l enter the fray King William’s great army shall carry the day. _THE SEAMEN’S VICTORY; OR, ADMIRAL KILLEGREW’S GLORIOUS CONQUEST OVER THE FRENCH FLEET, IN THE STREIGHTS, AS THEY WERE COMING FROM THOULON TOWARDS BREST_; With the manner of taking three of their French men-of-war, and sinking two more; although the French Admiral vainly boasted he would recover Brest or Paradice, yet he shamefully run from the English fleet. To the Tune of _The Spinning Wheel_. Here’s joyfull news came late from sea; ’Tis of a gallant victory Which o’er the French we did obtain Upon the throbbing ocean main. As soon as e’er they found our rage The rogues was glad to disengage. The French fleet sailing from Thoulon, As we by letters understand, To join with those that lay at Brest, As some of them have since confest; But our brave fleet with them did meet, And made the Frenchmen soon retreat. Five ships, with others, did advance, Being the very pride of France: The _Lewis_, _Dauphin_, and the _Sun_, With others which were forced to run. As by this ditty you shall hear, Brave English boys, the coast did clear. The French at first did brag and boast, But we so wisely rul’d the roast, Under our Admiral Killegrew, That we engag’d and beat them too, Declaring that we did not fear The haughty rage of proud Monsieur. Our admiral bore up amain, Resolving that he would maintain A sharp and bloudy fight with those Who dare King William’s crown oppose: Then broad-sides streight began to roar, Which laid the French in reeking gore.