As they came in they anchor’d, and furl’d without more ado; But some of us kept under weigh, the _Castor_, _Wasp_, and Co. The next forenoon they all did weigh, (it was our admiral’s plan) To close with St. Jean d’Acre; the _Powerful_ led the van. We took up our positions, abreast of Acre town, Determin’d, if they’d not give in, to knock their ramparts down. A flag of truce was then sent in, but they refused to treat Or come to any peaceful terms with this gallant British fleet. At half-past two that afternoon the action did begin: Our shot and shell swift flew like hail, the ramparts soon fell in; The flagship and the _Powerful_ showed them smart British play, Against the noble _Benbow’s_ fire the Egyptians could not stay. The _Castor_ acted well her part: the foe strove hard to shake her, But rather hot she sent her shot ’gainst the forts of St. Jean d’Acre. The _Edinburgh_ and _Revenge_, the _Carysfort_ and _Pique_, The _Hazard_ and the _Talbot_ made them think of quick retreat. The saucy _Thunderer_ that day poured forth her British thunder, Knowing well it was the surest way to make her foes knock under. Besides, four steamers fit for war were there, I am proud to tell; They harassed well our enemy with death-conveying shell. The warlike brave _Bellerophon_ is worthy of her name; For as she ranged up to the forts she poured forth smoke and flame. Austrian frigates and the Turks, although in number few, By Britons led they did their best--great praise to them is due. Then comes the little stinging _Wasp_, her weight in gold she’s worth; For under the walls of Acre she took a liner’s berth: As close as ever she could get, her captain strove to take her, And sprung her broadsides to the forts, and stung poor St. Jean d’Acre. That afternoon, at four o’clock, we heard a dreadful roar: Each vessel trembled at the shock, each eye was turned on shore. One of their magazines blew up, it was an awful sight; Death made an awful conquest there, the heavens were black as night. The poor Egyptians, paralysed, scarce knew what course to take, And after five they all began their quarters to forsake: A general terror soon was spread throughout the shattered town; They confess’d us British conquerors and haul’d their colours down. _THE BORNEO HEROES._ Come, all you jolly sailors bold, the truth you soon shall know Concerning of a glorious fight on the Isle of Borneo. As we were cruising off the coast we heard the dreadful news How the pirates they had massacred our merchants’ crews. _Huzza! huzza! huzza! huzza! with Captain Talbot, boys, we’ll die or win the day!_