Two original songs (1)/Ben Stout

BEN STOUT, a parody on TOM TOUGH

My name you see is Ben Stout,
I have not failed for nothing,
No dangers e'er alarmed me,
Aloft or yet below.
In gallant Nelson's action,
Where Nile‘s proud waves were frothing,
I dauntless turned my quid,
And cried what cheer ho?
We valued not their cannons roar.
We made ours echo ten times more.
Thus we debrav'd you see
A far superior foe.
And when involved in smoke,
I careless crack'd a joke.
And to my shipmates cried, boys.
What cheer ho?
In vain did Brucess Boast,
Our Squadron he would conquer.
Or else to Davie's locker,
Each Britsh tar should go;
But when we came upon them,
At sea, or yet at anchor.
Brave Nelson with a broadside,
Cried what cheer ho?
Soon thunders roll'd from side to side,
Poor Galics blood bestain'd the tide.
For British tars strick home,
When e'er they meet the foe.
The Blood o'er flowed our decks,
(Our ships lay as wrecks.
Our tars each other hailing,
Crying what cheer ho?
But when thoughts came a-cross me
About sweet Poll, my Partner,
Whom I had left a sobbing
Because I needs must go.
A shot from some d———d frenchman
Came thro' our larboard quarter,
And struck of both my pins,
And cried what cheer ho?
This like a hull dismasted.
While the hot action lasted,
A bleeding on the platform,
I anxious lay below.
When a shipmate I espied,
I eager to him cried
Pray tell a wounded messmate
What cheer ho?
When the action it was over,
Brave Nelson was victorious,
And I tho' thus disabled
Rejoiced and lay below.
That what I suffer'd happned
Upon a day so glorious,
For King and Country fighting.
So well the French may know
Now at my ease my pipe I'll smock,
And tell my Poll the serious joke,
How I and Nelson suffered
In Action with the foe.
This may each British tar,
Despise the fate of war,
When British cannons thunder,
Cry what cheer ho?