Left Lazare, on Brittany shore.
First to Belleisle they steer’d their way
July the fifteenth, that very day,
Where they the Elis’beth did join,
A man-of-war, with arms and coin,
To be his guardian ship, and store,
But could not reach the British shore;
Altho’ well mann’d with sixty guns,
The English Lion, made blood and wounds,
Her captain slew, and seventy more;