And returned, as I tell you, to his robbery as before: Burning, sinking ships of value, filling them with purple gore. When he was at Carolina, there the Governor did send To the Governor of Virgin[i]a, that he might assistance lend. Then the man-of-war’s commander, two small sloops he fitted out; Fifty men he put on board, sir, who resolv’d to stand it out. The lieutenant he commanded both the sloops, and you shall hear How before he landed he suppress’d them without fear. Valiant Maynard as he sailed soon the pirate did espy; With his trumpet he then hailed, and to him they did reply: ‘Captain Teach is our commander.’ Maynard said, ‘He is the man Whom I am resolv’d to hang, sir, let him do the best he can.’ Teach replied unto Maynard, ‘You no quarter here shall see, But be hanged on the mainyard, you and all your company.’ Maynard said, ‘I none desire of such knaves as thee and thine.’ ‘None I’ll give,’ Teach then replied; ‘my boys, give me a glass of wine.’ He took the glass and drank damnation unto Maynard and his crew, To himself and generation, then the glass away he threw. Brave Maynard was resolv’d to have him, tho’ he’d cannons nine or ten: Teach a broadside quickly gave him, killing sixteen valiant men. Maynard boarded him and to it they fell with sword and pistol too; They had courage, and did show it, killing of the pirate’s crew. Teach and Maynard on the quarter fought it out most manfully; Maynard’s sword did cut him shorter, losing his head he there did die. Every sailor fought while he, sir, power had to wield his sword, Not a coward could you see, sir, fear was driven from aboard; Wounded men on both sides fell, sir, ’twas a doleful sight to see, Nothing could their courage quell, sir; O they fought couragiously. When the bloody fight was over we’re informed by a letter writ, Teach’s head was made a cover to the jack-staff of the ship; Thus they sailed to Virginia, and when they the story told How they killed the pirates many, they’d applause from young and old. _ADMIRAL CAVENDISH’S DISTRESS ON BOARD THE CANTERBURY._ Come all ye valiant seamen of courage stout and bold, That value more your honour more than misers do their gold; When we receive our orders we are obliged to go O’er the main to proud Spain, let the wind blow high or low. It is the valiant _Canterbury_, as I to you shall tell, Since Providence has sav’d my life in such a manner well, And all our whole ship’s company as well as I do know, When we were in despair in the Bay of Biscay, oh! The eighteenth of September from Spithead we set sail, With the _Romney_ in our company, blest with a pleasant gale, And so we kept together to the Bay of Biscay, oh! Till anon the storm came on and the wind began to blow.