Murders > Sir James the Rose

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She hoisted up her colours,
and at us she let flyj
xnen broadside for broadside,
where thundering cannons roar,
,W! we sunk this bold French privateer,
all on our native shore.
All in that gallant action,
out captain he was slain,
Likewise our second mate,
and twenty of our men.
While the rest of our bold seamen,
they were bedeck’d in blood,
But like bold Alexander,
through fire and smoke we stood
But now the battle’s, over,
and fit for sea no more,
For the loss of legs and arms,
we poor seamen now doth mourn.
Wo benefit we liave,
from the mercy of the waves,
But still true British seame;,
we doth our country save.
THE SHANNON AND CHESAPEAKE.
Come all' you gallant seamen,
landsmen listen unto me.
Whilst I relate a bloody fight,
was lately fought at sea.
So fierce and hot upon each side,
as plainly did appear,