The Caping Trade.
A New Song, much in Request.
To an Excellent New Tune.
[1]
COme all brave Boyes of the Caping Trade,
This stately Vessel we'le invade,
We'le pin her Cargo to her Load,
No quarters we'le affoord her;
But standing Stiff and Still good fate.
Although our Seas be sail'd of late.
Come helm a Lee and low your Top,
For I'le lay my Life I'le board her.
[2]
The first Attempt may prove in vain,
Tho it be neither shame nor Stain;
The Brave may lose as well as gain.
We'le do it with Bravadoes,
We'le turn about and undertake
To board her under Quarter-deck,
With Blunderbosh and Ported-pike,
And with two hand Granadoes.
[3]
I have been at the Caping-Trade,
And Foreign Blood I oft have shed,
But it is true that of Old was said,
True Honour's got by Danger,
I'le Stay at Home put up my Pike,
No prizes move will to me Strike,
For a Stately Vessel's beat me back,
I'm sure's was in all
England.
[4]
Declining Days comes on apace,
How dare I look mine Enemy i'the face,
Since I came off with so great disgrace,
And all for lake of Powder.
My Ammunition's spent and gone,
A little Gun scarce half foot long,
Two little Balls not well worth one,
So I am no more for Boarding.
[5]
Chear up anone you're mad to think,
That you are in danger for to sink,
But with broad side closs to her clink,
Deal Thumps and turn all over.
Your Blind may splite upon her Stern,
If you receive no greater harm,
A Cup of Brandy your Heart being warm,
Will soon that loss recover.
[6]
All you that Caping take in hand,
See that your Main Mast straight doth stand,
Your Soldiers all at your Command
To fire at once make ready.
Stand to it then for evermore,
See that your Faults be ne're before,
Stile first a Gun to the Cabbin door,
Faint Heart ne're wan fair Lady.
FINIS.