The Battle at SEA.  
 

THursday in the Morn the Ideses of May,  
Recorded for ever the famous Ninety-Two,  
Brave Russel did discern by dawn of day  
The lofty Sails of France advancing now,  
All hands aloft, aloft, let English valour shine,  
Let fly a Culverin, the signal of the Line,  
Let every hand supply his Gun,  
Fellow me, and you'll see  
That the Battle will be soon begun, etc.   

Turville o'er the Main triumphant Rolled,  
To meet the gallant Russel in Combat on the deep,  
He led the noble Train of Hero's bold,  
To sink the English Admiral at his Feet  
Now every valiant Mind to Victory doth aspire,  
The bloody Fight's begun, the Sea itself on Fire,  
And mighty Fate stood looking on,  
Whilst a Flood all of Blood  
Filled the Portholes of the Royal Sun.   

Sulphur, Smoak and Fire disturbed the Air,  
With Thunder & Wonder t'affright the Galley Shoar,  
Their regulated Bands stood trembling near,  
To see their lofty Streamers now no more:  
At Six a Clock the Red the smiling Victor led,  
To give a second Blow, the fatal overthrow:  
Now Death and Horror equal Reighn▪  
Now they cry, Run, or Dye,  
British Colours Ride the vanquished Main.   

See they fly amazed through Rocks and Sands;  
One danger they grasp at to shun a greater Fate▪  
In vain they cry for aid to weeping Lands,  
The Nymphs & Sea Gods mourn their lost Estate,  
For evermore adieu thou Royal dazzling Sun,  
From thy untimely end thy Master's Fate's begun  
Enough thou mighty God of War,  
Now we sing, Bless the King,  
Let us drink to every English Tar.   

Come jolly Seamen all, with Russel go.  
And sail on the Main, proud Monsieur for to gr●●●  
And give our Enemy a second Blow,  
And fight Turville if that he dare to meet,  
Come brother Tar, what cheer? let each his Gun supply  
And thump 'em off this year or make Mon▪ to fly,  
While we do range the Ocean round,  
Day or Night we will fight,  
When our Enemy is to be sound.   

Let it ne'er be said that English Boys  
Should ere stay behind when our Admiral does go  
But let each honest Lad Cry with one Voice,  
Brave Russel leads us on to fight, the Foe.  
We'll give them Gun for Gun, some sink & others burn,  
Broadsides we'll give them too, till Monsieur cries Morble●  
De● Engletars vill kill us all,  
Whilst they scour, we will pour,  
Thick as Hail amongst them, Cannon Ball.    

London, Printed and sol by T. Moor. 1694.