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4 That's bravely done our captain cried, for soon we'll make them ſtay.

When our bold captain found the enemy's ship was gone We crowded all our sail, brave boys and after her did run; So closely we bore after her, till early the next day, When a lofty bold French privateer, came bearing down that way.

She hailed us in French my boys, and boldly bid us ſtand, Saying where is your country, where does your ship belong But the answer we returned them, it was a quick reply: If you are our foe, we'll let you know, we are true British boys.

But when this bold French privateer, found we were British boys, She hoiſted up her colours, and at us ſhe let fly; Then broadside for broadside, where thundering cannons roar, And we sunk this bold French privateer all on our native shore.

All in that gallant action, our captain he was slain,