On the fourteenth of February,
we sailed from the land.
In the bold "Princes Royal"
bound for Newfoundland.
We had fortyfive seaman
for a ships company.
And the wind from the eastward
to the westweard steered we!
Wa'd hardly been sailin'
but a day two or three
When the man from the masthead,
strange sail he did see
She came bearin' down on us
with her topsails so high
An' under her misen-peak
black colors did fly
An' whan this bold pirate
he'd hove alongside
With a loud speakin' vOiee,
"We are coming!" he cried
"We come from fair London
bound to Callao
So hinder us not in
our passage to go
He chased us to windward
throughout the long day
He chasad us to looward
but he could not gain way
An' he fired long shot arter us,
but he could not prevail
An' the bold "Princess Royal"
soon showed a cleantail
Go down to yer grog, me lads,
go down everyone
Go down to yer groG, me lads,
go down on an' all
Go down to yer grog, me lads,
an' be of good cheer
For as long we have searoom,
we have nothin' to fear!
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