Crafty miller, or, The mistaken batchelor/Thundering roaring guns

THUNDERING ROARING GUNS.

GEntlemen all come listen to my merry song,
'Tis of the noble Hornsides & bold Foudroyant,
The bravest engagement that ever was seen,
Was by a British ship in the bay of Carthagene.
Chor. Where was thundering and roaring,
⁠Rating and roaring,
⁠Where was thundering and roaring guns,
⁠Thundering and roaring guns.

⁠So clear was the morning and glorious the day,
As we were a cruising in Carthagene bay,
Fire sail of the French we chanc'd for to meet,
Came bearing down directly upon the British fleet.
⁠With their thundering and roaring, etc.

⁠Then our admiral gave the signal for to chace,
When courage appear'd in each Briton's face;
The Monmouth got up with the brave Foudroyant,
And so sell to firing with their hey diag-o-dong
⁠With their thundering and roaring, etc.

⁠At six in the evening we saw then engage,
The Foudroyant and Monmouth were so enrage'd.
They strove for victory, but all was in vain
For Britons will always be lords of the main.
⁠With their thundring and roaring, etc.

⁠But straight a summons dispatch'd by pale death,
When brave col'nel Gard'ner surrender'd his breath,
Fight on my brave heroes, 'tis all I require,
Then like a British sailor so bravely did expire.
⁠By his thundering and soaring, etc.

⁠Then like a little devil the Monmouth did fight,
Against the great Goliah in the dead of night,
With broadside for broadside, each other alike,
And after thirteen glassics compell'd them to strike.
⁠By our thundering and roaring, etc.