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5 THIS BLANC I

YOU Frenchman don't talk of you fighting, Nor talk of great deeds you have done, Do you think that England you'd frighten, As ealy ns Holland and Spain, We listen and Laugh at your threaten, Your boasting and valour advance, Since your boasting Le Picque his been taken, By the jolly brave tara of the Blanch, They fail'd from the Bay of Point Peter, Four hundred and fifty on board, And we were all ready to meet them To conquer or die was the word. When the cans of good liquor were flowing. We gave them there cheer advance, And courage in each heart was glowing, For cowards never failed in the Blanch. The night then advancing upon us, The moon did afford us some light, Each Star with lofter was shining, To keep the French frigate in fight, While the breeze gently fill'd all our sail, And our trip through the water did launch, And the grog flew about in full bumper, Among the brave in of the Blanch. The fight made the sea seem on fire, Each bullet flew, Britannia her sons did inspire, With courage that damp'd the French crew Saying cowards now surely must die, Whist over them death turns the lance, And our balls did repeat is they fly Fight on my brave cats in the blanch When resigned his last breath Each gave a tear and sigh,