Come, all ye brave sailors that plough on the main, Remember the brave Captain Hornsby, by name; And if that a Frenchman commands you to strike, Give answer like Hornsby, you first chuse to fight. If you take a good courage, and have a strong faith, Trust in your Creator, he’ll ne’er you forsake; If you have but one man for the Frenchman’s ten, You may both sink his vessel and drown all his men. Now brave Captain Hornsby, as I have been told, Has got as a present a medal of gold; Besides a fine chain of gold so bright, Because the proud French he so bravely did fight. Likewise every man in his ship, as we hear, Has had five pounds paid him down for his share; The boys forty shillings a piece they have got For standing so bravely against the French shot. Now all you brave heroes that heareth this song, I beg you excuse if any, thing be wrong; For I am no poet, nor scholar I swear, But I love loyal subjects I vow and declare. So let’s all in the praise of Hornsby now sing, For whom bonfires did blaze, and bells they did ring; To hear of this battle so gallantly got, And he and his men so preserved from the shot. And now to conclude of brave Hornsby so bold, I wish he was master of a million of gold; For fighting so boldly against the proud French, And laying them low in a watery trench. Tho’ he had but one man to the Frenchman’s ten, Yet he sunk both his vessel, and drown’d all his men. _CAPTAIN COBB’S BRAVERY._ Captain Cobb in Lynn doth dwell, a man of worthy fame, He went on board the bold _Bacchus_, a ship of lovely fame, _fal lal lal, etc._ From Lynn to Port there we were bound, and for to load with wine; And as we were returning home, a privateer espyed. Our master bold said, ‘Every man stand true [un]to his gun; And let us give them a full broadside, and see if we can them shun.’ No sooner we had fired at them, but the Spaniards returned the same; We tacked our ship about again, and gave them [a]thump for their pain. The second broadside the Spaniard [fired] they wounded our captain sore, ‘For quarters, quarters,’ our captain [cried]; ‘No, damn it,’ the boatswain swore, ‘Go you down into your cabin, and leave all things to me; I’ll warrant I’ll make them all stand true, and will gain the victory.’ We had no more than fourteen men, and two boys which made sixteen; We fought with a hundred and twenty-four men, and cleared our way of them. There were thirty of them boarded us, a dreadful sight to see, I could not get my gun to fire, and sore it did grieve me. A blunderbuss I took in hand, and did them sweetly bang; Some we drove into the sea, and some on the deck lay slain.