We hoisted out our pinnace, went to them straitway, We boarded two of their ships the very same day; We brought all the prisoners on board our own ship, Our hearts then within us began for to leap. _Fal, etc._ Then we went to Kingsale, being the nearest place, That we durst go to for to show our face: Where we had good wine and punch in gollore, And rum and brandy, boys, all in good store. _Fal, etc._ _THE LUCKY SAILOR; OR THE SAILOR’S INVITATION TO GO WITH ADMIRAL ANSON._ Come jolly sailors, join with me, Come jolly sailors, join with me, To fight with Anson for renown, That we the French pride may pull down! We’ll take ’em all upon the seas; We’ll take ’em all upon the seas; We’ll make ’em strike where’er we meet, Or serve ’em all as we’ve done these. My boys, you heard what we have done, (_bis_) Ten sail of men-of-war we took, And made the merchant-men to run; Our admiral he ordered then, (_bis_) Three men-of-war to chase ’em all, To sink and take whate’er they can. The _Centurion_ first led the van, (_bis_) And held ’em till we came up; Then we their hides did sorely bang, Our broadsides we on them did pour, (_bis_) We gave the French a sower d[r]ench, And soon their topsails made them lower. And when they saw our fleet come up, (_bis_) They for quarters call’d without delay, And their colours they that moment struck O! how we did rejoice and sing, (_bis_) To see such prizes we had took, For ourselves and for George our King. O! now, my boys, I’m come on shore, (_bis_) I’ll make you drink before we part; Such luck I never had before. Here is a health to those brave men, (_bis_) That did command this noble fleet, Bold Anson and brave Warren. My boys our prizes is arrived, (_bis_) Which when the people they did see, It did their very hearts revive. With joy and mirth we spent the night, (_bis_) In drinking loyal healths all round, It was such a welcome sight. Our ships are all a fitting up, (_bis_) Again with Anson we will go, I wish we may have but good luck. My boy, I’d have you to go too, (_bis_) For Anson is a lucky man, Where’er he comes he makes ’em rue. This is the second time you’ve seen (_bis_) The waggon loads of money come, And all taken by brave Anson. Come now, my boys, drink off a glass; (_bis_) Let’s not forget now we’re come home, Each bold sailor’s pretty lass. _TIT FOR TAT: A SEA KICK FOR A LAND CUFF._ Being the sailors’ song upon our having a Hawke’s eye on the French fleet, the fourteenth of October last [1747]. 1