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 [ 8 ] Like thunder in the French fleet,

our cannon loud did roar,

We ſunk the pride of France, my boys,

all on their native ſhore.

O don't you ſee the pride of France

to the depths is going down,

With many a diſmal ſigh, Sir,

and many a grievous groan.

Conſtans was ſore affrighted,

he could no longer ſtay,

The reſt of them turn'd tail, my boys,

like cowards run away.

O then they ſteer'd for Crojack Bay,

where we led them a dance :

It prov'd to be the fatal blow,

that ſunk the crown of France.

The Riſing Sun we burned,

and the poor Prince likewiſe;

And two of them we ſunk, my boys,

and one we made our prize.

So now the fight is over,

fill up a flowing bowl,

Whilſt we're upon the roaring ſeas,

there's none ſhall us controul.

Here is a health to all commanders,

that are loyal, juſt and true,

Likewiſe unto Sir Edward Hawke,

and the Royal George's crew.

F I N I S.