A common form of song is one which takes the form of an invitation to enter on board a privateer under some popular captain. Of this there are many specimens in existence, and two are here reprinted (pp. 225, 226). The Lord Anson and the Hawke were two Liverpool privateers which made many captures in 1756 and 1757 (Williams, pp. 87-95). The Blandford was a Bristol ship, though Captain Stonehouse seems to have been a Liverpool man (_ib._ p. 186). In these and similar invitations the prospect of plunder naturally holds the first place. A Newcastle song says: If we should meet with a galloon, Our own we’ll make her very soon, The drums shall beat and music play, To the Antigallican haste away. To Charlotte’s Head then let’s repair, We’ll be received with welcome there; We’ll enter then without delay, To the Antigallican haste away. (_Rhymes of Northern Bards_, by John Bell, 1812, p. 320). Another song, called _The Sailor’s Courtship to the Lady’s Waiting-Maid_, treats the argument sentimentally: My love she does wait on a lady so fair, And I do belong to a stout privateer; Rich prizes I’ve taken since the wars did begin, From the lofty monsieurs and brought them all in. And now of [these] riches my love shall have share, For she shall be drest in rich silks most rare. With ribbons and rings my jewel I’ll deck, And a fine chain of gold to hang round her neck. And before that my money begins to grow scant, I’ll away to the sea, for my love shall ne’er want, And boldly we’ll make the loud cannons to roar, And bring home rich prizes as heretofore. You pretty young maids who have sweethearts at sea, Pray take this advice and be ruled by me, Slight not a bold sailor while he’s ploughing the main, Most richly he’ll clothe you when he comes home again. (_Madden Collection_, Cambridge). The prospect of manning a privateer depended a good deal on the reputation of its commander, and consequently his character was often set forth, as in the ballad called after Captain Barber of the ship Resolution of Liverpool: Give noble Captain Barber A good broadsword in hand; The French to fight [is] his heart’s delight When Barber gives command. He’s kind and tender-hearted And makes his foes to fly, He governs men with justice And great generosity. (_Madden Collection_). Or again in _A New Song_: Come with me you jolly tars, We’re talking of the Spanish war, Come my boys and tack about, We’ll put the Spaniards to the rout. _Chorus._ I beg you’ll fill your pots all round, Success to the fleet that’s outward bound; Likewise unto all true blues That sails along with Jemmy Askew, For he’s the man that’s bold and true, He’ll fight for his King and country too.