While our salt water walls so begird us about, And our cruisers, and bruisers, keep good looking out, What force need old England to fear can offend her, From France, or from Spain, or a Popish Pretender? So, Huzzah! to King George, boys; long, long may he reign, By the right of old England, long lord of the main. _So Huzzah! etc._ _A NEW SONG ON ADMIRAL KNOWLS TAKING PORT LOUIS._ Tune of _Duke of Lorain and the Princess Royal_. Let every loyal Briton sing Prosperity to George our King; He that refuses let him swing, As many has done before him; But I shall raise my chearfull voice, Let Englishmen with me rejoice, For valiant Knowls, huzza! brave boys, The sailor does admire. Hispaniola and Louis Port Afforded Englishmen brave sport. Brave news, brave news for the British Court, Those places both are taken; We’ve taken Pondicherry too. Another scene appears in view: Jago de Cuba soon must rue, If I am not mistaken. It is such valiant acts as these That makes Mounsieur cry out for peace: Morblue hostilities pray cease And I’ll return all Flanders! Let all true Britons fill their bowls, A health to that hero Admiral Knowls, A health to our Brittish sailors bold That fought with this brave comander. Another glass to the sailors brave That with him such proofs of valour gave; Confusion to the rebel slave That does refuse to drink it! Let all true Britons fill their bowls: A health to hero Admiral Knowls, A health to our British sailors bold That fought with this brave commander. _A NEW SONG._ Sung by HANNAH SNELL, alias JAMES GRAY, at the New-Wells _Goodman’s Fields_. Tune of _Come and listen to my Ditty, etc._ I. All ye noble British spirits that midst dangers glory sought, Let it lessen not your merit that a woman bravely fought: Cupid slily first inroll’d me, Pallas next her force did bring, Press’d my heart to venture boldly for my love and for my King. II. Sailorlike, to fear a stranger, straight I ventured on the main, Facing death and every danger, love and glory to obtain; Tell me, you who hear my story, what could more my courage move?-- George’s name inspired with glory, William was the man I lov’d. III. When from William Susan parted she but wept and shook her hand; I, more bold (tho’ tender-hearted), left my friends and native land; Bravely by his side, maintaining British rights, I shed my blood, Still to him unknown remaining, watch’d to serve and do him good. IV. In the midst of blood and slaughter, bravely fighting for my King, Facing death from every quarter, fame and conquest home to bring; Sure you’ll own ’tis more than common, and the world proclaim it too, Never yet did any woman more for love and glory do.