HOARE
Come, all ye jolly sailors bold,Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould,While English glory I unfold,Huzza for theArethusa!She is a frigate tight and brave,As ever stemmed the dashing wave;Her men are staunchTo their fav’rite launch,And when the foe shall meet our fire,Sooner than strike, we’ll all expireOn board of theArethusa.’Twas with the spring fleet she went outThe English Channel to cruise about,When four French sail, in show so stoutBore down on theArethusa.The famedBelle Poulestraight ahead did lie,TheArethusaseemed to fly,Not a sheet, or a tack,Or a brace, did she slack;Though the Frenchmen laughed and thought it stuff,But they knew not the handful of men, how tough,On board of theArethusa.On deck five hundred men did dance,The stoutest they could find in France;We with two hundred did advanceOn board of theArethusa.Our captain hailed the Frenchman, ‘Ho!’The Frenchman then cried out ‘Hallo!’‘Bear down, d’ye see,To our admiral’s lee!’‘No, no,’ says the Frenchman, ‘that can’t be!’‘Then I must lug you along with me,’Says the saucyArethusa.The fight was off the Frenchman’s land,We forced them back upon their strand,For we fought till not a stick could standOf the gallantArethusa.And now we’ve driven the foe ashoreNever to fight with the Britons more,Let each fill his glassTo his fav’rite lass;A health to our captain and officers true,And all that belong to the jovial crewOn board of theArethusa.Prince Hoare.
Come, all ye jolly sailors bold,Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould,While English glory I unfold,Huzza for theArethusa!She is a frigate tight and brave,As ever stemmed the dashing wave;Her men are staunchTo their fav’rite launch,And when the foe shall meet our fire,Sooner than strike, we’ll all expireOn board of theArethusa.’Twas with the spring fleet she went outThe English Channel to cruise about,When four French sail, in show so stoutBore down on theArethusa.The famedBelle Poulestraight ahead did lie,TheArethusaseemed to fly,Not a sheet, or a tack,Or a brace, did she slack;Though the Frenchmen laughed and thought it stuff,But they knew not the handful of men, how tough,On board of theArethusa.On deck five hundred men did dance,The stoutest they could find in France;We with two hundred did advanceOn board of theArethusa.Our captain hailed the Frenchman, ‘Ho!’The Frenchman then cried out ‘Hallo!’‘Bear down, d’ye see,To our admiral’s lee!’‘No, no,’ says the Frenchman, ‘that can’t be!’‘Then I must lug you along with me,’Says the saucyArethusa.The fight was off the Frenchman’s land,We forced them back upon their strand,For we fought till not a stick could standOf the gallantArethusa.And now we’ve driven the foe ashoreNever to fight with the Britons more,Let each fill his glassTo his fav’rite lass;A health to our captain and officers true,And all that belong to the jovial crewOn board of theArethusa.Prince Hoare.
Come, all ye jolly sailors bold,Whose hearts are cast in honour’s mould,While English glory I unfold,Huzza for theArethusa!She is a frigate tight and brave,As ever stemmed the dashing wave;Her men are staunchTo their fav’rite launch,And when the foe shall meet our fire,Sooner than strike, we’ll all expireOn board of theArethusa.
’Twas with the spring fleet she went outThe English Channel to cruise about,When four French sail, in show so stoutBore down on theArethusa.The famedBelle Poulestraight ahead did lie,TheArethusaseemed to fly,Not a sheet, or a tack,Or a brace, did she slack;Though the Frenchmen laughed and thought it stuff,But they knew not the handful of men, how tough,On board of theArethusa.
On deck five hundred men did dance,The stoutest they could find in France;We with two hundred did advanceOn board of theArethusa.Our captain hailed the Frenchman, ‘Ho!’The Frenchman then cried out ‘Hallo!’‘Bear down, d’ye see,To our admiral’s lee!’‘No, no,’ says the Frenchman, ‘that can’t be!’‘Then I must lug you along with me,’Says the saucyArethusa.
The fight was off the Frenchman’s land,We forced them back upon their strand,For we fought till not a stick could standOf the gallantArethusa.And now we’ve driven the foe ashoreNever to fight with the Britons more,Let each fill his glassTo his fav’rite lass;A health to our captain and officers true,And all that belong to the jovial crewOn board of theArethusa.
Prince Hoare.