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Then up bespoke our Captain bold,to Edward Hawke did say,This is the finest news, Sir,that's brought to us this day.
Then Hawke himself soon mountedupon the lofty yard;His wings was spread at large, my boys,and after them we steer'd,
The fifteenth of September,the morning being clear;When twenty-two sail of the line,to leeward did appear.
All hands, all hands did rattle,a glorious sight to see,Unto the fight prepar'd my boys,like lions bold and free.
We steer'd unto the French fleet,as nigh as we could lay,Till twelve 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 laid 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,
