At five o’clock they heard a sound that did denote a fray, Which made the Frenchmen all rejoice they were so far away. The wind about eleven rose--four vessels came in view: They thought them friends, but found them foes, and then again they flew. The _Formidable_ then they saw driving before the wind, As if she said, ‘The Devil take all those that are behind.’ At length the French with rapture found they need not fret and chafe, The foe they had escap’d and then anchor’d in Cadiz safe. And now to all our naval lads may Heav’n still give a blessing-- And if defeat with glory clads, may France ne’er want a dressing! _LA LOIRE FRIGATE, OR YEO! YEO!_ Written by Mr. C. Dibdin, Jun., composed by Mr. Reeve, and sung by Mr. Slader at Sadler’s Wells. Off Cape Finisterre lay the king’s ship _La Loire_, When a privateer foe Captain Maitland he saw. So a boat’s crew he sent with Spaniard to cope, Who was call’d _L’Esperance_, in plain English the _Hope_, Tho’ but a forlorn hope she prov’d for the foe, Made a prize by the boat’s crew and Lieutenant Yeo. _Sing Yeo! Yeo! for ever! Yeo! Yeo! for ever! Pull away, pull away, pull pull away, With a hearty Yeo! Yeo! with a hearty Yeo! Yeo!_ ‘’Tis the birth of your king, boys,’ the captain he cried, ‘To crown it with victory then be your pride; Yes, the birth of your sovereign distinguish, in short, By planting his flag on yon proud Spanish fort.’ So the gallant boat’s crew volunteer’d all to go, To conquer or die with brave Lieutenant Yeo. _Sing Yeo! Yeo! for ever, etc._ Then Lieutenant Yeo, to his lasting renown, The fort he knock’d up and the Governor down. The Dons’ captur’d ensign wav’d over his head, And planted the flag of King George in its stead. Let the trumpet of fame then through all the world blow, To the glory of Britons and Lieutenant Yeo. _Sing Yeo! Yeo! for ever, etc._ _NELSON’S GLORIOUS VICTORY AT TRAFALGAR._ Arise, arise, brave Britons! Perform your loudest lays, And join me in a chorus To sing Britannia’s praise. Once more the hero of the Nile Did seek to make Britannia smile With another victory on the file-- O brave Nelson! October, on the twenty-first, It being a glorious day, The combined fleets of France and Spain Were just off Cadiz Bay; Their ships in number thirty-three-- And Nelson, when he did them see, Said, ‘Twenty then there is for me.’ O brave Nelson! The signal made for fighting, Cannon began to roar; Our ships in number twenty-seven, We shook the Spanish shore; And Nelson, on the deck so high, Aloud unto his men did cry, ‘We’ll conquer them, my lads, or die.’ O brave Nelson!