Our brave Captain Crosbie proved coward at last, For he stood at bo-peep behind the main mast; He stood at bo-peep and did quiver and shake For fear that those French dogs his dear life should take. The very next morning, by break of the day, They hoisted their top sails and so bore away; We bore to Port Royal, where the people flocked much To see Admiral Benbow carried to Kingston Church. Come, all you brave fellows, wherever you’ve been, Let us drink to the health of our King and our Queen; And another good health to the girls that we know, And a third in remembrance of brave Admiral Benbow. _THE DEATH OF ADMIRAL BENBOW._ Come, all ye seamen bold, lend an ear, lend an ear, Come, all ye seamen bold, lend an ear: ’Tis of our admiral’s fame, Brave Benbow called by name, How he fought on the main you shall hear, you shall hear, _How he fought on the main you shall hear_. Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight, for to fight, Brave Benbow he set sail for to fight; Brave Benbow he set sail With a sweet and pleasant gale; But his captains they turned tail in a fright, in a fright, _But his captains, etc._ Says Kirby unto Wade, ‘I will run, I will run,’ Says Kirby unto Wade, ‘I will run. I value not disgrace, Nor the losing of my place; For my enemies I’ll not face with a gun, with a gun, _For my enemies,’ etc._ ’Twas the _Ruby_ and _Noah’s Ark_ fought the French, fought the French, ’Twas the _Ruby_ and _Noah’s Ark_ fought the French; For there was ten in all, Poor souls, they fought them all; They valued them not at all, would not flinch, would not flinch, _They valued them, etc._ Hard fortune that it was, by chain shot, by chain shot, Hard fortune that it was, by chain shot, Our admiral lost his leg, And of his men did beg, ‘Fight on, my British boys; ’tis my lot, ’tis my lot; _Fight on,’ etc._ While the surgeon dressed his wounds thus he said, thus he said, While the surgeon dressed his wounds thus he said: ‘Let my cradle now in haste On the quarter-deck be placed, That mine enemies I may face till I’m dead, till I’m dead, _That mine enemies,’ etc._ And there bold Benbow lay, crying, ‘Boys,’ crying, ‘Boys,’ And there bold Benbow lay, crying, ‘Boys,’ ‘Let us tack about once more; We’ll drive them all on shore: I value not a score, nor their noise, nor their noise, _I value not a score,’ etc._ [Unsupported thus he fought, nor would run, nor would run, Unsupported thus he fought, nor would run Till his ship was a mere wreck, And no man would him back, For the others would not slack to fire a gun, fire a gun, _For the others, etc._