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We with two hundred did advance,
On board of the Arethusa.
Our captain hail’d the Frenchman, ho!
The Frenchmen they cried out, hallo!
Bear down, d’ye see,
To our Admiral’s lee;
No, no, says the Frenchman, that can’t be,
Then I must lug you along with me,
Says the saucy Arethusa.
On board of the Arethusa.
Our captain hail’d the Frenchman, ho!
The Frenchmen they cried out, hallo!
Bear down, d’ye see,
To our Admiral’s lee;
No, no, says the Frenchman, that can’t be,
Then I must lug you along with me,
Says the saucy Arethusa.
The fight was off the Frenchmen’s land,
We forc’d them back upon their strand,
For we fought till not a stick would stand
Of the gallant Arethusa.
And now we’ve driven the foe ashore,
Never to fight with Britons more,
Let each fill a glass
To his fav’rite lass;
A health to our captain and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew.
On board of the Arethusa.
We forc’d them back upon their strand,
For we fought till not a stick would stand
Of the gallant Arethusa.
And now we’ve driven the foe ashore,
Never to fight with Britons more,
Let each fill a glass
To his fav’rite lass;
A health to our captain and officers true,
And all that belong to the jovial crew.
On board of the Arethusa.
HER MOUTH, WHICH A SMILE.
Her mouth, which a smile,
Devoid of all guile,
Half open to view.
Is the bud of the rose.
In the morning that blows,
Impearl’d with the dew.
Devoid of all guile,
Half open to view.
Is the bud of the rose.
In the morning that blows,
Impearl’d with the dew.
