Who does not extol our conquest marine? _Courage and conduct, Rook and Tolouse_, ’Twas the sharpest engagement that ever was seen. _Courage, etc._ An action so glorious was never yet known, _Courage, etc._, Where no ship was taken, and no trophy won. _Courage, etc._ ’Tis plain that the French by Sir George were out-shot. _Courage, etc._ They only th’ advantage, we victory got. _Courage, etc._ Their fleet a whole day we did terribly maul, _Courage, etc._, And pursued them two more without pouder or ball. _Courage, etc._ The flag-man that madly the close fight began, _Courage, etc._, Had lost all his squadron and not sav’d a man, _Courage, etc._, Had not the cool admiral, to prudence inclin’d, _Courage, etc._, The distance maintain’d in spight of the wind. _Courage, etc._ We conquer’d the French, but had they been beat, _Courage, etc._, Our conquest, tho’ glorious, had been more compleat _Courage, etc._ If our hero aboard no laurels has got, _Courage, etc._, Yet he triumphs at home and is victor by vote. _Courage, etc._ _A SONG ON THE SAME._ As brave Sir Rooke Tholouse did beat, So brave Tholouse beat him; But whensoe’er they meet again George will his jacquet trim. They both did fight, they both did beat, They both did run away; They both did strive to meet again The quite contrary way. _THE SAILOR’S TRAGEDY; OR, THE LAST FAREWEL OF CAPTAIN SMITH._ To the Tune of _Sail before the mast_. I am in a consternation at my now approaching death; It’s my woful lamentation e’re I do resign my breath I shall write this fatal morning, which I mean to leave behind. Let my ruine be a warning evermore to all mankind. Often have I sail’d the ocean, with a proud, aspiring heart, Aiming still at high promotion, far above my due desert. Having lost my first commission, I cou’d not be satisfy’d Till the steps of grand ambition led me to the fall of pride. Wholesome laws and human reason could not guide nor govern me: Therefore did I practice treason--nay, unto a high degree. In the _Nightingale_ I sailed, and oppos’d our gracious Queen; Law has over me prevailed; justice now steps in between Me and all those flights of honour which I eagerly persu’d, Fighting under the French banner; but this day I must conclude My sad life, with tears of sorrow, which I in abundance shed. I can bid my griefs good morrow, but my joys are from me fled. Had I been but true and loyal to her present Majestie, Then I had never stood the tryal or by lawes been doom’d to dye; But I suffer as a traytor ’gainst the Queen and Government; Sure there cannot be a greater grief to make the heart relent.