The fam’d _Bellerophon_ began her cannons first to play Upon a three-deck’d ship of theirs, which could not run away: Our hearts of gold their shot well told, in show’rs about her side, ‘Till the _Leviathan_ came up, the battle to divide; Then seeing plain ’twas quite in vain the contest more to try, She struck; and this does shew that British courage still will flow, _To make them strike or die_. Night coming on, the battle ceas’d, till Phœbus rose again, When we beheld this trait’rous fleet still vaunting on the main; Our line being form’d, and all hearts warm’d, the fight was soon renew’d; Determined to hand down that flag, which with contempt we view’d. Lord Howe engaged their hottest rage; he broke their line to try If such manœuvres would not shew that British courage still would flow, _To make them strike or die_. The battle warmly was maintain’d, much valour was display’d, Till night, with all her sable train, the action still delay’d. Now since again all o’er the main these rebels can’t be found We’ll toast our admirals in our glass; our girls, too, shall go round. Each heart shall sing, ‘Long Live the King!’ and each again reply. ‘If e’er we’re call’d again we’ll shew that British courage still shall flow, _To make them strike or die_.’ PART II. We anxiously the Frenchmen sought for two days o’er the main, And on the first of June we brought those rebels to again. Lord Howe the signal made for each his opposite to take, Not doubting then that such brave men would soon a conquest make. The fight began, and ev’ry man his utmost power did try To make these traitors feel and know that British courage still would flow, _To make them strike or die_. Two hours or more this battle was with matchless warmth maintain’d, When Providence smil’d on our cause and vict’ry for us gain’d. Though at one time three of the line upon our ship did fall Yet we so well our shot did tell that we beat off them all. The masts of one were soon brought down, and she a log did lie, To make these ‘sans-culottes’ all know that British courage still shall flow, _To make them strike or die_. Our gallant chief commander too, by three was clos’d around; He fought so bravely that the foe was forc’d to quit his ground. Now nine or ten upon the main dismasted wrecks they lay; And all the rest got so well drest they did not chuse to stay. Thus o’er the main being left to reign, to England soon we’ll hie With all our prizes, which will shew that British courage still will flow, _To make them strike or die_.