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The SAILOR'S RETURN from Cape BRETON.
STand round my brave boys, let's ſing & rejoice,
we dread neither dangers nor fears,
Cape Breton's our own, as ſure as a gun,
and Boſcawen's the braveſt of Tars.
While the ſea ran ſo high, we could hardly get nigh,
and thundering cannons did roar:
We determin'd to land tho' oppos'd from the ſtrand,
and ſo boldly went bump upon ſhore.
Their lighthouſe we took & their colours we ſtruck,
& our red Engliſh Croſs on it heighten'd,
From their batteries they run, Britiſh vengeance to ſhun,
for the Monſieurs wera damnably frighten'd.
Sacra Dieu they roar out, we are ruin'd no doubt,
not a faint could afford them relief;
And how ſhould ſoup meagure enable a bougre,
to fight like the Sons of Roaſt Beef.
Their ſhips of the line ſtrove to baulk our deſign,
but into the harbour we row'd.
We damn'd their hot matches, ſoon clapt down their butcher.
burn's one and out t'other we tow'd.
Then the governor ſent, to ſurrender content,
to ſave from deſtruction the town,
What he aſked we granted, we had what we wanted,
and Louiſburg then was our own.
I never could laugh at a ſhow ſo by half,
as to ſee their lank ſoldiers and ſailors,
By Jove my friend Will I thought then & think ſtill,
they were no:hing but journeymen taylors.
Such glorious ſucceſs, as our wrongs must redreſs,
and the French on their marrow bones bring:
Now let's have a dance, with our partners advance,
and ſo God bleſs great George our King-
