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Hoge cross his shoulder from the barn bears a flail,
Whilst Nell crosses the stile, on her head a full pall,
Our cattle well fodder'd, to the cottage let's haste,
No other pains take, on brown bread make a feast.
Neither courtly nor costly, nor book-learnt we show,
Plain dressing, plain dealing is all that we know,
No cares run across us, bur those loves we find,
Those cured if your sweetheart proves but kind.
THUNDERING ROARING GUNS.
GEntlemen all come listen to my merry song,
'Tis of the noble Hornsides & bold Foudroyant,
The bravest engagement that ever was seen,
Was by a British ship in the bay of Carthagene.
Chor. Where was thundering and roaring,
Rating and roaring,
Where was thundering and roaring guns,
Thundering and roaring guns.
So clear was the morning and glorious the day,
As we were a cruising in Carthagene bay,
Fire sail of the French we chanc'd for to meet,
Came bearing down directly upon the British fleet.
With their thundering and roaring, etc.
Then our admiral gave the signal for to chace,
When courage appear'd in each Briton's face;
The Monmouth got up with the brave Foudroyant,
And so sell to firing with their hey diag-o-dong
With their thundering and roaring, etc.
At six in the evening we saw then engage,
The Foudroyant and Monmouth were so enrage'd.
They strove for victory, but all was in vain
For Britons will always be lords of the main.
With their thundring and roaring, etc.
