Now for to conclude, and put an end unto my song, To drink a health to Elliot, I hope it is not wrong; And may all French invaders be served the same way; Let the English beat the French by land, our Irish boys on sea. _A NEW SONG ON THE GALLANT BEHAVIOUR OF CAPTAIN O’BRIAN AND CAPTAIN TAYLOR._ A new song on the gallant behaviour of Captain O’Brian, commander of his Majesty’s ship the _Temple_, and Captain Taylor, commander of the _Griffin_, in destroying three privateers and the fortifications on one of the French West India Islands. Observe this true relation, and listen unto me; ’Tis of a bloody battle, lately fought upon the sea, By brave Captain O’Brian and his bold English tars, Commander of that gallant ship, the _Temple_ man-of-war. The pretty little _Griffin_ did bear her company; And as they were a-sailing by chance they did espy, Nigh unto Martinico they did espy there fair, Three privateers belonging to the French, and after them did steer. O’Brian said, ‘My English lads, now is the only time To cool the lofty Frenchmen’s pride as they sail in their prime’; They answered their captain, ‘We will the Frenchmen scare, We’ll venture life and limbs with you in the _Temple_ man-of-war.’ The wind it proved fair, and we after them did steer, And in a little time, brave boys, we did to them draw near; A broadside then we gave them, which made the Frenchmen stare, They little dream’d so nigh they’d got the _Temple_ man-of-war. The pretty little _Griffin_ behaved most manfully, Like showers of hail from our two ships our fiery balls did fly; The privateers they all three struck to us immediately, And from their batteries they fir’d, but could not us come nigh. We turned [unto] their batteries and briskly fired away, Until their guns and walls, brave boys, came tumbling in the sea; Their forces they did run for fear, they were so sorely scar’d, At the pretty little _Griffin_ bold and the _Temple_ man-of-war. Then further in the harbour two ships we did espy, Also a strong grand battery, and at them we let fly. For four days we did stay there, and every night and morn We did give them a grand salute, and we fired our evening guns. Two batteries we did then destroy, and five ships took away, And brought them safe to Guadaloupe, where now they all do stay. There is but one [man] kill’d, behold, and five that wounded are, In the pretty little _Griffin_ bold and the _Temple_ man-of-war. _A NEW SONG ON THE TAKING OF HAVANNAH._ Give ear, true Britons to my song, and joyful acclamations; ’Tis the noble deeds now done by our own relations. While Albemarle did command, Pocock and General Keppel: Let Moro Fort, and Spaniards vaunt if Britons be unable.