Murders > Sir James the Rose

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ibout the hour of ten o’clock,
a Danish ship we spied,
Stand to your guns my hearts of oak?
our noble captain cried.
Each man unto his quarters,
so quickly Hid repair,
We knocked down our cabins,
and sweep our decks quite clear,
Then we engaged that privateer,
till once she bore away.,
That’s bravely done our captain cried,
for soon we’ll make them stay. .
When our bold captain found
the enemy’s ship was gone,
We crowded all our sail, brave .boys
and after her did run;
So closely we bore after her.,
till early rhe next day.
When a lofty bold French Privateer,
came bearing down that way.
She hailed us in F ench, my boys,
ai d boldly bid us stand,
Saying, where is your coun ry,
where doth your ship belong?
But the answer we retu ned them,
it was a quick reply,
if you are our foe, we’ll let you know
we are true British bovs
But when this bold French privateer,
found we were British boys,