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 The fifteenth of September,

the morning being clear;

When twenty-two fail of the line,

to leeward did appear.

All hands, all hands did rattle,

a glorious fight to ſee

Unto the fight prepar'd my boys,

like kons bold and free.

We ſteer'd unto the French fleet,

as nigh as we could lay

Till telve of them engaged us,

and that moſt ſpeedily.

They made a bloody battle,

the like was never ſeen,

The first broadſide we gave them, boys,

we lait them on their c’reen

Oh! that is a glorious broadſide,

our Admiral replies,

Now give them ſuch another,

their ſhips will be a prize.

Like thunder in the French fleet,

our cannons they did roar,

We ſunk the price of France, my boys,

all on their native ſhore.

O don’t you ſee the pride of France,

to the depthis is going down

With many a diſmal ſigh, Sir,

and many a grievous groan,