On the Reduction of MARTINICO

What nation shall dare with Old England compare, Our atchievements our courage have shewn: Let us dance, let us sing, and huzza for our King, Martinico my boys is our own. Let us dance, let us sing, and huzza for our King, Martinico my boys is our own.

Bold Monckton, whose soul not a fear can controul, And Rodney of spirit so great; We've convinc'd the proud slaves, that we lords of the waves, When we please can determine their fate. We've convinc'd, &c.

Ev'ry warm British pill was sent sorth with such skill, As must fame everlasting procure ye. They kept out a good look, yet in hurry we took Their Tobago, Cape Vincent, St. Lucia. They kept out, &c.

Delatouche was sincere, when he slew to St. Pierre With design to take care of the pelf; Though courageous and stout, yet he could not hold out, All for reasons best known to himself. Though courageous, &c.

Had you seen our brave Tars, who despise wounds and scars, Aloft on each eminence soar; With our cannon, yare ho! you'd confess it I know, That you never saw Lions before. With our cannon, &c.

Now to Spain we'll proceed, she shall smart for each deed, That like France would our ruin endeavour; Heav'n bless our bold train, both on land and the main, And King George and Queen Charlotte for ever. Heaven bless, &c