Come, all ye British hearts of gold, A glorious tale I will unfold Of Howe, who fought the French so bold, On board the _Queen Charlotte_. On June the first this fight began: Our admiral he led the van; Our shot did play so hot that day The French they try’d to run away, But Howe took care they should not. The _Charlotte_, with Lord Howe therein, This fierce encounter did begin, [And] bravely threw her [broadside] in Against the French commander, Who found it so hot that day That no longer there could stay, But, crouding sail, he bore away; He was no salamander. They left us seven ships that day, So crippl’d, could not get away; Like logs they on the sea did lay, So hot was their reception. Two of them carried eighty guns, Five seventy-fours were noble ones. Huzza! huzza! their admiral runs; He could get no redemption. Bravo Bowyer, Pasley, Captain Hutt, Each lost a leg, being sorely hurt; Their lives they valu’d but as dirt, When that their country call’d them. Poor Montague was kill’d that day; ’Twas by their shot, which fierce did play Before the French they ran away, When we so sorely maul’d them. Of French ships there were twenty-six When first upon them we did fix. We valu’d not their Gallic tricks, We had but twenty-five sail; We being British sailors bold, Who value honour more than gold, Our courage has been try’d of old, We ever will prevail. So since these French ships are brought in, In honour of great George, our King, In praise of sailors let us sing, And drink to each brave tar, sir; For they are lads to win the day, And drive the boasting French away; To face our shot they will not stay, Our fame is heard afar, sir. _A NEW SEA SONG._ Written by a lieutenant of the _Bellerophon_, the flag ship of Rear-Admiral Pasley. The First Part of it was written after the action on the 29th of May, and was sung in full chorus in the wardroom of that ship on the evening of the 31st May, the night previous to the battle, which ended so gloriously for the British Arms. The Second Part was added immediately after that great event. To the Tune of _I was, d’ye see? a Waterman_. ’Twas on the twenty-eighth of May, the morning being clear, A fleet to windward we espy’d; they Frenchmen did appear. The signal for the same being made, the chace was soon begun; And then for battle we prepar’d, to shew monsieurs some fun. Our ship being clear’d, the foe we near’d, with expectations high, That we should show the murd’rous foe, that British courage still would flow, _To make them strike or die_.