They laid us aboard on the Starboard side, _With hey, &c._ And they threw us into the Sea so wide, _And alongst, &c._ VIII When tidings to the _George-Aloe_ came, _With hey, &c._ That the jolly _Sweepstake_ by a Frenchman was ta’en, _And alongst, &c._ IX ‘To top, to top, thou little Cabin-boy, _With hey, &c._ And see if this French Man-of-War thou canst descry,’-- _And alongst, &c._ X ‘A Sayle, a Sayle, under our lee! _With hey, &c._ Yea, and another that is under her obey!’ _And alongst, &c._ XI ‘Weigh anchor, weigh anchor, O jolly Boat-swain! _With hey, &c._ We will take this Frenchman, if we can,’ _And alongst, &c._ XII We had not sayl’d leagues two or three, _With hey, &c._ But we met the French Man-of-War upon the Sea, _And alongst, &c._ XIII ‘All haile, All haile, you lusty Gallants hail! _With hey, &c._ Of whence is your faire Ship, and whither do ye sayl?’ _And alongst, &c._ XIV ‘O, we are Merchant-men and bound for Safee,’-- _With hey, &c._ ‘Ay, and we are Frenchmen, and war upon the sea, _And alongst, &c._ XV ‘Amaine, Amaine, you English Dogges, hail!’-- _With hey, &c._ ‘Come aboard, you French rogues, and strike down your sayl!’ _And alongst, &c._ XVI The first good shot that the _George-Aloe_ shot, _With hey, &c._ He made the Frenchman’s heart sore afraid, _And alongst, &c._ XVII The second shot the _George-Aloe_ did afford, _With hey, &c._ He struck their main-mast over the board, _And alongst, &c._ XVIII ‘Have mercy, have mercy, you brave English Men!’-- _With hey, &c._ ‘O, what have you done with our merry Brethren?’-- _As they sayl’d in Barbarye?_ XIX ‘We laid them aboard the starboard side, _With hey, &c._ And we threw them into the Sea so wide,’-- _And alongst, &c._ XX ‘Such mercy as you have shewed unto them, _With hey, &c._ Then the like mercy shall you have again,’-- _And alongst, &c._ XXI We laid them aboard the larboard side, _With hey, &c._ And we threw them into the Sea so wide, _And alongst, &c._ XXII Lord, how it grieved our hearts full Sore, _With hey, &c._ To see the drowned Frenchmen to swim along the shore! _And alongst, &c._ XXIII Now gallant Seamen I bid you all adieu, _With hey, &c._ This is the last Newes I can write to you, _To England’s Coast from Barbarye._ FOOTNOTES: [1154] swads = peascods, a cant term for soldiers. _132. The ‘Golden Vanity’_ I