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 | The songs of Joseph Mather |  |
SONG L. THE ROYAL GEORGE
No history can parallel
The dreadful tale I mean to tell;
The tidings sent us from on board
Sufficiently can't be deplor'd.
The dreadful tale I mean to tell;
The tidings sent us from on board
Sufficiently can't be deplor'd.
CHORUS.
Britons lament, this loss so large,Kempenfelt, and the Royal George.
72
It was at Spithead where she lay,
And had on board, that fatal day,
Well nigh a thousand of both sex,
Perhaps two-thirds betwixt the decks.
And had on board, that fatal day,
Well nigh a thousand of both sex,
Perhaps two-thirds betwixt the decks.
Britons, &c.
The ship was heel'd for some repair,
With ports not lash'd for want of care,
And lying just athwart the tide,
By which we lost our navy's pride.
With ports not lash'd for want of care,
And lying just athwart the tide,
By which we lost our navy's pride.
What numbers of unthinking souls,
Were doubtless merry o'er their bowls,
When suddenly a squall arose,
The sea pours in and down she goes.
Were doubtless merry o'er their bowls,
When suddenly a squall arose,
The sea pours in and down she goes.
The whirlpool caus'd by her descent
Drew in a sloop, which also went:
Excluding all the boats could save,
Six hundred got a watery grave.
Drew in a sloop, which also went:
Excluding all the boats could save,
Six hundred got a watery grave.
The lamentation heard all round,
And bodies floating that were drown'd,
Exhibited a dreadful scene:
Sure Neptune did it out of spleen.
And bodies floating that were drown'd,
Exhibited a dreadful scene:
Sure Neptune did it out of spleen.
Who can conceive or comprehend
The loss of our brave naval friend,
Who on the ocean's briny flood
Had done this land essential good.
The loss of our brave naval friend,
Who on the ocean's briny flood
Had done this land essential good.
May providence our foes disarm,
Defend and keep us from all harm,
And bring about a lasting peace,
That trade and commerce may increase.
Defend and keep us from all harm,
And bring about a lasting peace,
That trade and commerce may increase.
| The songs of Joseph Mather | |