He spied a lofty frigate was sailing closely tee,
And her name was The French Gallio.
3
Then out it speaks the pilot, by the mainyard did stand,
Says, O my pretty boys, we are all undone;
We must prepare to fight or be sunk to the sand,
For yonder comes the French gallio.
4
Then spoke the little cabin-boy, [where stood he,]
Said, O my loving master, what will ye gie me