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And ſo fell to firing with their hey-ding-o-dong;
With their thundering and roaring, &c.
At ſix in the evening we ſaw them engage,
The Foudroyant and Monmouth were ſo enrag'd,
They ſtrove for vitory, but all was in vain
For Britons will always be lords of the main!
With their thundering and roaring, &c.
But ſtraight a ſummons dispatched by pale death,
When brave colonel Gard'ner ſurrender his breath,
Fight on my brave heroes, 'tis all I require,
Then like a Britiſh ſailor ſo bravely did expire.
By his thundering and roaring, &c.
Then like a little devil the Monmouth did fight,
Againſt the proud Golish in the dead of night,
With broadſide for broadſide, each other alike,
And after thirteen (illegible text) compell'd them to (illegible text),
By our thundering and roaring, &c.
FINIS.
