Four big guns were brought up at last;
But soon were off their carriage cast,
Their very muzzles were beaten in,
And off their wheels they made them spin.
One called Fife on Blackney’s side,
At ev’ry shot he laid their pride,
Experienc’d by hand and eye,
A perfect gunner, by land and sea;
But the worst thing which did ensue,
Of cannon balls they had but few,