It was on the tenth day of this sweet month of May When the valiant bold Britains did shew them this play, And we make no great doubt, e’er the summer is out, For to give them a sharp and more vigorous rout. _This, etc._ Boys, the work we’ll compleat with a most royal fleet, For we valiant tarpollins do scorn to retreat; Not a French-man we’ll spare; let them come if they dare On the ocean, brave Russel will fight with them fair. _This is but a beginning of what he intends For to shew them before the brave summer it ends._ _ENGLAND’S GLORY IN THE BEHAVIOUR OF BRAVE KILLEYGROVE._ All you that will be England’s friends, be you rich or be you poor, Give ear to me and I’ll relate what happened in ninety-four. ’Twas in the month of December--mark well but what I say-- The _Plymouth_, with five frigates more, set sail out of Cales Bay. Brave Killeygrove was commodore, bound up into the Streights, Where he lost his life with many more, and this was their hard fate. When we came off the Cape Boner, two ships we did espy, Which prov’d to be French men-of-war, and to us they drew nigh. They took us to be merchant-men, come down from the Levant, From Smyrna or from Scanderoon, from Venice or Mercant, Till bearing down before the wind, the truth of it to view, They took us to be men-of-war, and they found it to be true. O, then they tack’d, and we stood after, as fast as we could hie, But before it was full three o’clock to them we did draw nigh. O, then bespoke brave Killeygrove, to his men both brisk and free, ‘I make no doubt but in little time our prizes they will be.’ The French were not unwilling to fight, but to fire they did begin; Then we gave them a whole broadside, which made their ears to ring. We had not fir’d passing two broadsides, as I remember well, But there came an unlucky shot, by which brave Killeygrove fell. Then Raleigh was the second man that did take up the sword; And bravely he did manage it, as you may take my word. We had not been engaged there not past one glass or two, But that the _Falmouth_ she came up, and she gave the last her due. Next came the little _Adventure_ up, and her guns she fir’d so true She put Jack Frenchman to the rout, he knew not what to do. We being quite disabled, the _Carlisle_ she made way After the biggest of the two, and she carry’d her the next day. But had our mast and tiller held, O! then they would have seen, Notwithstanding, for all the _Carlisle_, our prizes they should have been. But, to conclude, they were taken both, for all they were so bold, And soon after they were carried into Marseilles Mold. _AN EXCELLENT SONG, CALL’D THE FRIGHTED FRENCH; OR, RUSSEL SCOURING THE SEAS._ To a Pleasant Tune.