_DISCONSOLATE JUDY’S LAMENTATION FOR THE ABSENCE OF HER TRUE LOVE JOHNNY, ON BOARD THE VICTORY, WITH ADMIRAL BALCHEN, NOW MISSING._ Tune of _Down by a Crystal River Side_. Come pity me, young maidens all, Who am brought into wretched thrall, My love was prest away to sea, And is on board the _Victory_. When of him I did take my leave, He said, ‘Dear Judy, do not grieve; Altho’ I absent from you be, Stout is our ship, the _Victory_. ‘Brave Balchen is a gallant man, And will conduct us safe to land; Then my dear Judy I shall see, When safe returns the _Victory_.’ Ah! John, indeed my heart did fail, When you to Lisbon was to sail, For dangers they are great at sea, Oh! now where is the _Victory_. O John, my lovely sailor dear, My heart is sore opprest with fear; A letter, true love, send to me, From on board the _Victory_. No cruel balls has hurt my dear, No fatal rocks you have come near, Nor taken by an enemy, You nor the gallant _Victory_. Nine hundred men on board you have, A jolly crew both stout and brave As ever did go out to sea, God send safe home the _Victory_. Dear Johnny, I at Portsmouth wait, And watch for you early and late, Wishing each moment for to see Come sailing in the _Victory_. _ENGLAND’S GLORY; OR THE FRENCH KING STRIPPED._ Being a new song compos’d by Capt. Roberts, in praise of those bold sailors belonging to the _Prince Frederick_, and _Duke_ Privateers, who took the two French ships with forty five waggon loads of money on board, which was brought through the City in triumph to the Tower. Tune of _Avast! Honest Mess-mate_. Come all you jolly seamen, that’s willing to enter On board of the _Duke_, your lives for to venture, On board of the _Duke_, she’s called by name, She cruizes the seas for old England’s fame. _Fal, etc._ The fourth day of May from the Downs we set sail, O, we were blest with a very fine gale: And with the _Prince Frederick_ being our Commodore, We steered away, boys, for the Canary shore. _Fal, etc._ The tenth day of July, it being very clear, We espy’d three ships belonging to Mounsieur; O, these three ships were coming from Peru, With gold and silver, boys, all in our view. _Fal, etc._ A broadside from these French dogs we did receive, But quickly two for one O we did them give: But then at length they would no longer fight, ‘Our ships are a sinking’ for quarter they cry’d. _Fal, etc._