THE SECOND OF AUGUST.
On the ſecond day of auguſt,
Eighteen hundred and one,
As we ſailed with Lord Nelſon,
to the ports of Toulon
For to cut out ſome ſhipping,
which proved all in vain;
But to our miſfortune
they were all moor'd by chain.
Our boats being well manned,
by a eleven at night,
And ſent them into harbour
not intending to fight;
But the grape from their batterys
ſo ſmartly did play,
Nine hundred breve ſeamen
kill'd and wounded their lay.
As we hoiſted our colours,
and ſo boldly them ſpread,
With the Britiſh flag flying
at the royal maſt head.
For the honour of old Scotland,
we ſhould always remain;
While the bold Britiſh ſeamen,
ploughs the watery main.
Expoſed to their firing,
of our enemys we lay:
While ninety bright pieces
of cannon did play
While many brave ſeamen.
lay bleeding in their gore;
While the ſhot from their battery
like thunder did roar.
Our noble commander,
with his heart full of grief,
Uſed every endeavour
to grant us relief.
No ſhip could aſſiſt us,
ſo well as we know,
In this wounded condition
we were toſſed to and fro
All you that relieves us,
the Lord may you bleſs,
For relieving poor ſailors
in the time of diſtreſs.
May he put an end
to all cruel wars;
Then peace and contentment
to all Britiſh Tars.
This work was published before January 1, 1931, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.
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