On deck five hundred men did dance, The stoutest they could find in France; We with two hundred did advance, On board of the _Arethusa_. Our captain hail’d the Frenchman, ‘Ho!’ The Frenchman then cried out, ‘Hallo!’ ‘Bear down; d’ye see? To our admiral’s lee.’ ‘No, no,’ says the Frenchman, ‘that can’t be.’ ‘Then I must lug you along with me,’ Says the saucy _Arethusa_. The fight was off the Frenchman’s land. We forc’d them back upon the strand; For we fought till not a stick would stand Of the gallant _Arethusa_. And, now we have driven the foe ashore, Never to fight with Britons more, Let each fill a glass To his favourite lass; A health to the captain and officers true And all that belong to the jovial crew On board of the _Arethusa_. _THE GREENLAND MEN._ A excellent new song, composed by 18 Greenlandmen in the _Swan_ Tender hold in Leith Roads, June 2d, 17780 [_sic_]. To the Tune _We’ll go no more to Greenland in a ship that has no guns_. On board the noble _Ann_, 27th. of March, from Shields to Greenland we set sail, The wind it blowing fair with a sweet and pleasant gale. We had not sailed many days when Fair Isle we did see, But on the next day morning in with a privateer fell we, _We’ll go, etc._ She bore down upon us, and upon our quarter she did come; She hoisted French colours and to windward fired a gun; This greatly did surprize us, and to quarters we did go. It never shall be said, my boys, but the noble _Ann_ will face the foe. _We’ll go, etc._ All hands being at quarters to work we did begin; The first broadside she gave us down our topsailyards did come. Our captain call’d, ‘Don’t be afraid, but fight away, like men; It never shall be said, my boys, that we will run from them.’ _We’ll go, etc._ Our guns being few in number, the number being but five, To fire them it is needless till we can him espy. He play’d upon our bow and quarter; the shot it came like hail: To get our guns to bear upon him made us both curse and rail. _We’ll go, etc._ Our guns set for the best advantage alongside they did come. We said we need not fire till execution [could] be done; As soon as they bore upon him we immediately let drive, And wounded three of his Irishmen. ’Tis a pity we left them alive. _We’ll go, etc._ Our captain walked the quarterdeck like a lion stout, Cry’d, ‘Don’t let it be said, my boys, we cowardly give it out.’ Our running ropes, sails, and rigging being all shot away, Our ship in this condition could neither wear nor stay. _We’ll go, etc._