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 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,

Likewise our second mate,

and twenty of our men.

While the rest of our bold seamen,

they were bedeck’d in blood,

But like bold Alexander,

through fire and smoke we stood

But now the battle’s over,

and fit for sea no more,

For the loss of legs and arms,

we poor seamen now doth mourn.

No benefit we have,

from the mercy of the waves,

But still true British seamen,

we doth our country save.

Come all you gallant seamen,

landsmen listen unto me.

Whilst I relate a bloody fight,

was lately fought at sea.

So fierce and hot upon each side,

as plainly did appear,