With taking our ships they’re not content, But want our towns on the continent; As Georgia and Carolina brave, They boast and brag they soon will have. But we hope that our fleet their designs will defeat, When they approach the coast of Spain, For this I can, etc. There’s Giberaltar and Portmahone, They very fain would make their own; It grieves them much, we’ve been told, That two such places we should hold. Giberalter’s the key, ’tis well known of that sea Call’d by the name of the Mediterain. For this I can, etc. Come jolly sailors, far and near, To man our fleet with speed prepare; With Admiral Haddock freely go, True British valour for to show; And brave boys boldly fight our merchants for to right, Free plunder, boys, will crown your pain, For this I can tell, would we thump them but well, Our merchants might have their own again. _ENGLAND’S GLORY IN THE DECLARATION OF WAR._ COMPOS’D BY GEORGE BARKER. Let every loyal soul rejoyce, And joyn with me in heart and voice, Since now we have a happy choice, France and Spain to bring under. Fall on, brave boys, without delay, Brave Haddock will his guns display, And quickly make of Spain a prey, And give his men the plunder. Next, merchants, let your voices ring, O’er flowing bowls we’ll cheerful sing, With many thanks unto the King, For granting us protection. No longer we’ll be in the dark, Since we have got letters of marque, We’ll make Jack Spaniard for to smart And pay for the Convention. Spithead shall no more with us groan, Nor we poor sailors make our moan, We’ll alter Jack Spaniard’s tone, Though they so long have wanted. For now we shall be kept in pay, Our wives next year appear so gay; Of Spanish gold we’ll make a prey, With courage most undaunted. No more of trade let us complain; Our antient rights we shall maintain, Brave Britain’s isle flourish again By the new declaration. We’ll learn Spain in this present war Our merchant captains for to fear, With us they have run their jest too far, In their base depredations. Our shops shall soon be open’d wide, By humbling Jack Spaniard’s pride, And our poor tradesmen full employ’d, To their great satisfaction. Then let us all in love unite, And stand for the King and country’s right; Boldly with proud Spain we’ll fight, And thus end all distraction. _THE TAKING OF THE PRINCISSA._ You brave English sailors that plow the ocean wide, There are no better fellows in all the world beside; Give ear unto a bloody fight to you I will display Between a Spanish man-of-war, and the _Kent_, near Cator Bay. The _Lennox_ and the _Orford_ was cruising thereabout, And by a Spanish man-of-war they quickly were spy’d out.