Admiral Russel's Scowering The French Fleet: OR, The Battle at SEA.  
 

THursday in the Morn the Ides of M●●,  
Recorded for ever the famous Ninety-Two,  
Brave Russel did d●sc●rn by down of day,  
The lo●ty Sa●●● o● France advancing now:  
All h●nds alo●t, alo●t, let English Valour shine,  
Let ●●y a Go●ver●e, the signal of the Line;  
Let every▪ hand supply ●i● Gun,  
Follow me, and you'll see  
That the Bot●le will be soon begun, &c.   

Turvil over the Main triumphant rolled,  
To meet the gal●ant Russel in Combat on the Deep;  
He lead the noble Train of Heroes bold,  
To sink the English Admiral at his Feet.  
Now every Vali●●t Mind to Victory does aspire,  
The bloody Figh●s begun, the Sea itself on fire,  
And mights Fa●e stood looking on,  
Whilst a flo●d all of blood,  
filled the Port-holes of the Royal Sun.   

Sulphur, smoke and Fire disturbed the Air,  
With Thunder and Wonder t'affright the G●llie Shore,  
Their regulated Sands stood trembling near,  
To see their lofty Streamers now no more:  
At six a Clock the read, the smiling Victor lead,  
To give a second blow, the total overthrow;  
Now Death and horror equal Reign,  
Now they cry, run or die,  
British Colour● ride the vanquished Main.   

S●e they run ●m●z'd through Rocks and S●n●●.  
One danger ●h●● grasp ●o shun a greater Fa●e,  
In vain they cry for Aid to weeping Lands.  
The N●mphs and Sea God mourn their lo●t E●●ate▪  
For ever-more adie● thou Royal daz●ing S●●,  
From th● untimely E●d th● Master's Fa●e begun,  
Enough thou mighty God of War,  
Now we sing, Bless the King▪  
Let us drink to every En●lish Tar.   

Come jolly Seamen all with Russ●l go,  
And sa● on the Main proud M●nsieur for to greet,  
And give our Enemy a second Blow,  
And fight Turvil if that he dare to meet,  
Come Brother Tar, what cheer? let each his Gun supply▪  
And thump them off this year, or make Mons. to ●●y,  
While we do range the Ocean round,  
Day or Night we will fight,  
When our Enemy is to be sound.   

Let it never be said that Englis● 〈◇〉  
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'l give them Gun for Gun, some sink, and others 〈◇〉,  
Broad-sides we'll give them too, till Monsi●ur c●y●  
Des E●gletars vill kill us all,  
Whi●● they scour, we will pour,  
Thick as Hail amongst them Cannon-Ball.    

Printed and Sold by T. Moore▪ 1695.