A health to Captain Stonehouse, success attend the _Blandford_, Five guineas is advanced us, come then let us enter on board; With the _Blandford’s_ guns we’ll smoak the Dons, their ragged staff we’ll humble, Jack Frenchmen too shall cry morbleu, we’ll give them cause to grumble. Come fill your flowing glasses, let us drink and be merry; Take leave of all your lasses, we can no longer tarry; Girls, never fear, ye soon shall hear of the _Blandford’s_ safe arrival, To Bristol town then haste ye down, your sweethearts to revive all. _THE SAILORS’ DIALOGUE._ Tune, _Gossip Joan_. TOM. How goes it, brother Jack? You are grown such a beau now, Had I but seen your back damn me if I had known you, Brother Jack. JACK. What cheer, old messmate Tom? You look as if you’d cry now; But I have news from home will make you jump mast high now, Messmate Tom. Since our brave towering Hawke has shown the French his talons, ’Twill soon be peace they talk; if so we’ll drink off gallons To brave Hawke. TOM. Huzza! my hearty cock! For this news damn all sorrow, I’ll pawn my shirt and frock, but I’ll get drunk to-morrow, Hearty cock! JACK. When all the ship are paid we’ll lead a merry life, boy; Blood! then how we’ll parade with ev’ry one his wife, boy, When we’re paid. TOM. Nay, some will have their pairs, they’ll be so open-hearted; And brimstones will have chairs, that rather should be carted, All in pairs, JACK. Our proud lieutenants then, those empty flashing sporters, May pimps turn to great men, companions to their porters, Not proud then. TOM. Our midshipmen now beaux, it makes me laugh to think, boys, Will cry about old cloaths, and corporals turn link-boys To those beaux. JACK. Amongst the damn’d odd scenes you’ll see in jails and cages Lieutenants of marines, and doctors’ mates on stages. Damn’d odd scenes. TOM. The steward, dirty slave, that us’d to cheat us daily, Will still remain a knave, and follow some bum-baily. Dirty slave! BOTH. That day then, jolly buck, we’ll set the taps a-flowing, And drink ‘rest and great luck’ to Pitt, Hawke, and Boscawen, Jolly buck! _DISTRESSED MEN OF WAR._