At the top of his speed, sadly beat and forlorn,
Behold Capt. Horton is steering for Baln;
For accustom'd at sea, both to shift and to tack,
He hopes by manœuv'ring to gain the fleet pack.
Chorus. With my, &c.
The two Lees,[234] Harvey Hawke,[235] Frank Soth'ron,[236] and all,
Are skirting away for Stapleton Hall;
Whilst far in the rear, behold Alverley Cooke,[237]
Endeav'ring to scramble o'er Hampole's wide brook.
Chorus. With my, &c.