Our brave officers all, of every degree, Took care every man provided should be, With powder and ball, then each took command, Said, "Boys, for the honour of Cumberland." Then strait we on guard to the Spaws sent with speed, To prevent Paul's landing, in case there was need; They call him Paul Jones, but his name is John Paul, And if ever we catch him he shall pay for all. The Serapis and Countess of Scarbrough brave, Five hours and a half they did bravely behave; Only two against six the whole time in the fight, And so with reluctance was forcèd to strike. In Whitehaven this brat served his time to the sea, He was born and bred in the shire of Galloway; He liv'd with lord Selkirk a servant some time, But committing murder to goal was confined. He was try'd for the same, and condemned to die, But broke his confinement, by means cunningly; A traitor he stands for th' American cause, And join'd with the French for to pull down our laws. The inhabitants of Scarbrough to work strait did fall, In order to protect them from all such as Paul, And rais'd up a volunteer company with speed, To defend the town in case there was need. So now they are provided with every thing new, Their hearts they are good, and their clothing is blue, They'll join our militia without dread or fear, For to flog Jackey Paul, should he chance to come here. I wish every city and town would with speed, Raise a volunteer company in time of such need; To assist our militia round the British land, And imitate Scarbrough who has laid them a plan. So here is a health for to drink great and small, Success to our militia and volunteers all, May they all prove loyal and true to their king, And all such as Paul in a halter soon swing. FOOTNOTES: [Footnote 183: From a broadside in the Roxburgh collection. Another, on this event, is published by J. Forth of Pocklington.] [Footnote 184: Sir James Lowther, bart., of Laleham, Middlesex, son-in-law to the earl of Bute, lieut. and custos rotulorum of Cumberland and Westmoreland, and alderman of Carlisle.] [Footnote 185: Sir Michael le Fleming, bart., M.P. for Westmoreland.] A NEW FOX-HUNTING SONG.[186] COMPOSED BY W. S. KENRICK, AND J. BURTELL. The Chase run by the Cleveland Fox Hounds, on Saturday the 29th day of January, 1785. Ye hardy sons of chace give ear, All listen to my song; 'Tis of a hunt perform'd this year, That will be talk'd of long, When a hunting we do go, oho, oho, oho, And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho, And a hunting we will go, oho, oho, oho, With the huntsman, Tally, oh. On Weary Bank, ye know the same, Unkenell'd was the fox; Who led us, and our hounds of fame, O'er mountains, moors, and rocks, When a hunting we do go, &c.