We poured in our shot and our rockets like hail, Till at length that their courage began for to fail. Some were taken and destroy’d, and some got on shore, The rest run up the harbour and would fight no more, _So success, etc._ This fleet from Brest Harbour some time ago got clear, And our brave British heroes soon after them did steer: We chas’d them to Basque Roads without fear or doubt, Tho’ so great was their number they dare not come out. _So success, etc._ So now, Master Boneyparte, cease for to brag, Till you build some more ships for to hoist your white flag Which so often has been beat by the lords of the main; And if they dare face them they’ll serve them so again. _So success, etc._ _A COPY OF VERSES ON JEFFERYS THE SEAMAN._ You captains and commanders both by land and sea, O do not be hard-hearted, refrain from cruelty; It is of Jefferys the seaman, who, though not cast away, Was left upon a dismal rock, by his captain they say. CHORUS. _Think of Jefferys the seaman’s hard fate._ For eight days and nights he in misery did remain, Without any food or nourishment himself for to sustain; Dejected, in a wretched state, his fate he did deplore, For some good Christian to convey him to his native shore. At length kind Providence gave ear unto his mournful strain: An American vessel to his assistance came; John Dennis’s humanity soon set him free, And very soon released him from his captivity. It really is surprising he could so cruel be Unto his fellow creature, lost to humanity And any Christian feeling; that such corrections there be, It is a pity such should have a command, either by land or sea. But now he is arrived unto Old England’s shore, And I think he is very much to blame to go to sea any more. The gentry pity his fate as his suffering he explores, He is glad to have the happy sight of his native land once more. His mother, in amazement, almost distracted run When she view’d the situation of her dear only son. Quite meagre and almost starving, with hunger and fatigue, This sight it caused his aged mother’s heart then for to bleed. _YE PARLIAMENT OF ENGLAND._ Ye Parliament of England, you Lords and Commons too, Consider well what you’re about, and what you’re going to do; You’re now to fight with Yankees, I’m sure you’ll rue the day You roused the sons of liberty in North America. You first confined our commerce, and said our ships sha’n’t trade; You next impressed our seamen, and used them as your slaves; You then insulted Rogers while ploughing o’er the main, And had not we declared war you’d have done it o’er again.