Our jolly tars, brave, noble hearts, And the brave marines did play their parts; The officers their orders gave, Which the men performed as brave. They never did flinch, nor gave back an inch, But sweet revenge was all their cry: They scorn’d for to run from the mouth of a gun, But with Vernon and Ogle would conquer or die. For the proud Queen of Spain we care not a fart! For Carthageen she may break her heart; Of Don Blass, that cowardly tool, Brave Vernon did make an April fool: For ’twas upon that day we made him run away, Unto our noble admiral’s fame: Then fill a brimming glass, and round let it pass, To Admiral Vernon and Ogle’s name. Come, brave boys, a health begin, And fill your glasses to the brim; A health to Admiral Vernon brave; To Sir Chaloner Ogle another we’ll have; To each jolly tar and marine that was there, Whose courage the[n] was bravely seen; To Lestock, Commodore, and many thousands more, Who assisted at taking of Carthageen. _THE SAPHIRAH [sic] IN TRIUMPH: OR, BRITISH VALOR DISPLAY’D._ Compos’d by James Craft, who lost his arm in the action. Come you jovial British fellows, listen, pray, to what I write, Honour jolly English sailors, for their nation they do fight; It was with courage most undaunted from Port Rhode the _Sapphire_ sail’d, By mishap our cable parted, but we soon the Spaniards quell’d. A full intent to batter Vigo, our full force was only forty guns, Which to them does plainly show, sir, what courage in the English runs; With spreading sails we plough’d the ocean, the seas indeed ran mountains high, Not fearing death to gain promotion, with proud Spain our valour try. All along their coast we sailed, the wind it blowed very hard; Our main-top-sail yard it failed, but we it did not regard. We did soon their harbour enter, they prepared for us were, And we boldly in did venture without any dread or fear. As soon as ever we came nigh them they did fire at us first; We not wanting to pass by them immediately our anchor cast. And up went our bloody pennant and defy’d their cannon-ball, We made to run both landlord and tenant, and behind to leave their all. No quarters from them we requir’d, they did see us boldly bent; Kill or be kill’d we designed, that indeed was our intent. Then our cannon roar’d like thunder, sweeter musick who could hear? They did make our foes to wonder, fill’d their hearts with dread and fear. Their privateers at anchor lying we did sink before their face; Women with their children crying from the town did run a-pace. By us their prison was confounded: to some it proved a happy day; Such as were not kill’d or wounded took to their heels and run away.