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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.
BEAUTIFUL NANCY.
'TWas down in a valley, by the side of a grove,
By clear chrystal fountain I saw my true love,
The birds were a singing, the lambs were at play,
On a bank of sweet violets she carelessly lay:
When first I beheld her my heart was surpriz'd,
By the bloom of her cheeks, and her sparkling eyes;
Young Cupid was cruel, he directed his dart,
For the sake of my Nancy she wounded my heart.
Now here in this torment I still do remain.
Like a thief that's sentenc'd I'm bound in love's chain,
No peace night or day can my heart ever find,
The thoughts of my Nancy so trouble my mind.
Bring me pen, ink, and paper, all for to write,
To my beautiful Nancy, my joy and delight,
She's charming, she's beautiful, she's pretty & fair,
There's none in the country can with her compare.
Small birds on the branches are blest with a mate,
The dove is a mourning for my hapless fate,
The lack with her fine notes mounting the air,
Brings me no glad tidings from my dearest dear.
