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 Hearts of oak, fire and ſmoke,

We'll break the Don and Monſieurs yoke,

And ſo relieve Gibraltar.

De Crillon like a mad-man rav'd,

Our men like heroes all behav'd,

The garriſon brave Elliot fav'd,

He bravely did defend us,

Your batteries open now, he cry'd,

I quickly will ſubdue their pride.

The ſea with Spaniſh blood was dy'd,

The gun-boats flow, heaps we flew,

The gallant Elliot made them rue,

He's worthy to command us.

Their gun-boats then they moor'd ſtraightway,

And on our town full ſhot did play,

While ſhot and ſhells did roar away,

As loud as claps of thunder;

Which when brave Eliiot did perceive,

Said he, the Dons I will deceive,

My red-hot balls ſhall make them grieve,

Then ſtraightway our guns did play,

They made the Spaniards rue the day,

And ſtruck de Crillon with wonder.

The red-hot balls amaz'd our foes,

The Prince Naſſau and Count Artois,

With macaroni red heel'd ſhoes,

Could ſcarcely ſave their bacon;

Their gun-boats were ſunk, burnt and ta'en,

French, Spaniſh blood ſoon dy'd the main,

Our enemies in heaps were ſlain,

Proud Spain does ſleep in the vaſt deep,

Some of her braveſt ſons doth weep,

Many were priſoners taken.

A cloſe blockade we long have ſtood,

By Dons hedg'd in with thirſt of blood,

They ſwore that mice ſhould be our food,