This page has been validated.
4
Our boats being well manned,
by a eleven at night,
And ſent them into harbour
not intending to fight;
But the grape from their batterys
ſo ſmartly did play,
Nine hundred breve ſeamen
kill'd and wounded their lay.
As we hoiſted our colours,
and ſo boldly them ſpread,
With the Britiſh flag flying
at the royal maſt head.
For the honour of old Scotland,
we ſhould always remain;
While the bold Britiſh ſeamen,
ploughs the watery main.
Expoſed to their firing,
of our enemys we lay:
While ninety bright pieces
of cannon did play
While many brave ſeamen.
lay bleeding in their gore;
While the ſhot from their battery
like thunder did roar.
