Right valiant seamen, fierce and bold, Couragious noble hearts of gold, All with a resolution bent, Whole showers of shot to them they sent, By which the French in hundreds fell: Our guns did ring their passing-bell. We pour’d our shot on e’ery side, ‘’Tis bravely done,’ the captain cry’d. ‘Though sharp and bloudy be the fray, The French are beat; we have the day. True English boys, ’twas bravely done; See how the Frenchmen run, they run.’ Now while we did maintain the fight Two French ships there we sunk downright, And likewise have we taken three. This crown’d our work with victory; The noble, valiant Killegrew After the rest do’s still pursue. The French-men they did [soon] retreat; They were a shatter’d, torn fleet. But if he shall them overtake A prize of all the rest he’ll make; Couragious boys are sail’d with him, Who freely ventures life and limb Under the admiral’s command, For to defend the native land. May Heaven prosper still and bless Our valiant soldiers’ good success, That we hereafter may advance, To shake the very crown of France. _TORRINGTONIA; OR, A NEW COPY OF VERSES ON THE LATE SEA ENGAGEMENT._ To a Tune _Which nobody can deny_. I sing not the battle (so fam’d) of Lepanto, Nor what the Turks got by the siege of Otranto, Nor the Spanish Armada so brave and gallanto, _Which nobody can deny_. Nor how they were bang’d by invincible Drake, Nor the courage and conduct of excellent Blake, Nor of men that fought bravely when all was at stake, _Which nobody can deny_. But a sort of sea-fight ’tween the French and Hollander, Where th’ English had joyn’d, but that their commander- In-chief wou’d not be a with- but a by-stander, _Which nobody can deny_. The Dutch to the enemy boldly drew near, But th’ admiral o’th English more wisely did steer, For he thought it was safer to keep in the rear, _Which nobody can deny_. Grafton (’twas said) came courageously in, And by mauling the French great honour did win, But Torr’ was resolv’d to sleep in a whole skin, _Which nobody can deny_. Had each ship and its captain but been independant, They’d certainly made a [more] glorious end on’t, Then commanded by such a stout superintendant, _Which nobody can deny_. Tyrrel and Dorrel did boldly stand to ’em (Thinking to beat the French and to undo ’em), But th’ Admiral only came thither to view ’em, _Which nobody can deny_. And tho’ the French fleet was so little esteem’d, And their courage and conduct despisable deem’d, To wise Herbert they plainly invincible seem’d, _Which nobody can deny_.