“My boys, she means to fight us, but be you not afraid;
All hands now beat to quarters, see everything is clear,
We’ll give her a broadside, my boys, as soon as she comes near.”
She was prepared with nettings, and had her men secured,
She bore directly for us, and put us close on board;
When cannon roar’d like thunder, and muskets fired amain,
But soon we were alongside and grappled to her chain.
And now the scene it alter’d, the cannon ceased to roar,
We fought with swords and boarding-pikes one glass or something more,
Till British pride and glory no longer dared to stay,