O, that ship which I purloined was the _Nightingale_ by name, In the which I once designed to have purchas’d lasting fame: But by chance she was retaken, for indeed we could not fly. Now of friends I am forsaken, since my death is drawing nigh. When I pass along the city towards Execution Dock I shall meet with little pity, every one at me will mock: On me they will cast reflections, which will cause much discontent; Let this quail the fond affections of the proud and insolent. Farewell to the joy and pleasure which I formerly have had: Now my griefs are out of measure, my heroick heart is sad; All my comforts are departed, there is nothing left but grief, Conscience wounded, broken-hearted, Lord, afford me some relief. Blessed Father, don’t forsake me in the bitter pangs of death. Of thy tender mercy take me, when I shall resign my breath, To thy glorious habitations, which are free from care and strife. Farewel to all tribulations which attends our humane life. Now the sad and dismal hour of my death is drawing nigh; Tho’ the fates may seem to lower let the loving standers-by Grant me now their prayers and pity, which does worldly wealth excel. Now I end my mournful ditty and you see my last farewel. _THE VALLIANT ADMIRAL; OR, THE WONDERFUL SUCCESS OF SIR JOHN LEAKE_, Who took a hundred sail of laden transports from the French, which he sent to Barcelona. To the Tune of _Thursday in the morn, etc._ Now of noble, hardy men of might, And those that with valour can heartily maintain In the bloody field King Charles’ right, To make him happy on the royal throne of Spain, Of these I mean to sing While fame is on the wing, Glad tydings to convey, How we the other day Did many laden transports take On the seas, with much ease, By the right renowned Sir John Leake. Now the French have lost their trusty friend, Who used to inform them of all our State affairs; On his letters they did still depend, By which we oft were drawn into fatal snares; He’s gone, he’s gone with shame. Now valiant men of fame Can prosper when they go, And daunt the daring foe, Making their stubborn hearts to ake, As they find Fortune kind To the right renowned Sir John Leake. Under his command the royal fleet With transports and tenders was for Lisbon bound. This passage ’twas his chance to meet The French, which he did manfully encompass round, A hundred sail and more, As they was passing o’re Towards the banks of Spain, All loaded well with grain. We ninety of those barks did take, Which was there, by the care Of the right renowned Sir John Leake.