depiction of ship  
The Gallant Sea-Fight  

THursday in the morn', the ides of May,  
Recorded for ever the famous Ninety-two.  
Brave Russel did discern by break of day,  
The lofty sails of France advancing too.  
All hands aloft they cry; let English courage shire;  
Let fly a Culverine, the signal of the line;  
Let every man supply his gun.  
Follow me, you shall see  
That the battle it will soon be won.   

Turville on the Main triumphant rolled,  
The meet the gallant Russel in combat on the deep  
He lead his noble troops of hereos bold,  
To sink the English Admiral at his feet.  
Now every gallant mind to victory doth aspire.  
The bloody fight's begun, the sea is all on fire,  
And mighty sate stood looking on;  
Whilst the flood, all on blood,  
Fills the Scuppers of the Rising-sun.   

Sulphur, smoke and fire disturb the air  
With thunder and wonder affright the Gallic shore.  
Their regulated bands stood trembling ●… ar,  
To see their lofty streamers now no more.  
At six o'clock the read, the smiling victors lead  
To give the second blow, the fatal overthrow.  
Now death and horror equal reigns;  
Now they cry, Run or die,  
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 cried for aid to foreign lands.  
The nymphs and sea-gods mourn their lost estate.  
For evermore adieu, thou ever dazzling Sun,  
From thy untimely end, thy master's fate begun;  
Enough thou mighty God of War.  
Now we sing, bless the King,  
Let us drink to every English Tar.   

Come jolly seamen, now with Russel go,  
To sail on the main, proud Monsieur for to greet,  
And give our enemies a second blow,  
And fight Turville, if he dare us meet.  
Come brother tar what cheer, let each his gun supply,  
And thump them off this year, or make Monsieur to fly,  
Whilst we sail the ocean round.  
Day and night we will fight,  
Whilst our enemies are to be found.   

Never have it said that English boys  
Should stay behind, when their Admiral goes;  
But let each honest lad cry with one voice,  
Brave Russel leads us on to fight our foes.  
We'll give them gun for gun, some sink and others burn;  
Besides, we'll give them two, as Monsieur cries Morbleau,  
These English dogs will kill us all.  
Whilst they scour, we will pour,  
Thick as hail amongst them cannon ball.