Thus Cales was taken, and our brave generall March’d to the market-place, where he did stand; There many prisoners of good account were took; Many craved mercy, and mercy they found. _Dub-a-dub, etc._ When as our brave generall saw they delayed time, And would not ransom their town, as they said, With their faire wainscots, their presses and bedsteads, Their joint-stooles and tables, a fyre we made; _And when the town burned all in a flame, With tan-ta-ra, tan-ta-ra rara, from thence we came_. (By THOMAS DELONEY.) _THE SAILOR’S ONELY DELIGHT:_ Shewing the brave fight between _George-Aloe_, the _Sweep-stakes_ and certain Frenchmen at Sea. The _George-Aloe_ and the _Sweep-stake_ too, _With hey, with hoe, for and a nony no_; O they were merchant-men and bound for Safee, _And alongst the coast of Barbary_. The _George-Aloe_ to anchor came, But the jolly _Sweepstake_ kept on her way. They had not sayled leagues two or three, But they met with a Frenchman of war upon the sea. ‘All haile, all haile, you lusty gallants, Of whence is your fair ship, or whither are you bound?’ ‘We are Englishmen and bound for Safee, Of whence is your fair ship, or whither are you bound?’ ‘Amaine, amaine, you gallant Englishman,’ ‘Come, you French swads, and strike down your sayle.’ They laid us aboord on the star-boord side, And they overthrew us into the sea so wide. When tidings to the _George-Aloe_ came, That the jolly _Sweep-stake_ by a Frenchman was tane. ‘To top! to top, thou little ship-boy! And see if this Frenchman of war thou canst descry.’ ‘A sayle, a sayle, under our lee, Yea, and another under her obey.’ ‘Weigh anchor! weigh anchor, O jolly boat-swain, We wil take this Frenchman if we can.’ We had not sayled leagues two or three, But we met the Frenchman of war upon the sea, ‘All haile, all haile, you lusty gallants, Of whence is your faire ship and whither are you bound?’ ‘O, wee are merchant-men and bound for Safee.’ ‘I, and wee are French-men, and war upon the sea. ‘Amaine, amaine, you English dogges!’ ‘Come aboard, you French rogue, and strike down your sailes.’ The first good shot the _George-Aloe_ (made), He made the French-men’s hearts sore afraid. The second shot the _George-Aloe_ did afford, He struck their mainmast over the board. ‘Have mercy, have mercy, you brave Englishmen,’ ‘O what have you done with our brethren, _As they sayled in Barbarie_?’ ‘Wee laid them aboard on the starboard side, And we threw them into the sea so wide.’ ‘Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, Then the like mercy shall you have againe. Wee laid them aboard on the larboard side, And we threw them into the sea so wide.