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            Thurot's Defeat,

Printed and sold by J. Pitts, No.14,Great
St Andrew Street Seven Dials

ON the 21ff, of April as I've heard many ſay,
There came a fleet of French ſhips to anchor in
our bay,
To anchor in our bay and there to take a cruise,
So we bore down to Carrackfergus without any more
diſpute,
My heart is ſore lamenting for Carrackfergus town,
It is ſo ſituated, the country all round,
There's nothing to defend them for the want of powder
and ball.
So loud the French dogs for quarters they did call
As Thurot in his cabin lay he dreamt ſtrange dream
A voice that came to him called him by name
Saying Thurot you are to blame for laying ſo long here
For the Engliſh will be here to night if the wind it doth
blow fair,
Thurot from his cabin he called all his men,
Saying, weigh your anchors, my brave boys, and let us
all be gone, ( can,
For we'll get up all in thenight, & make all the haſte we
And ſteer in ſouth weſt all for the iſle of man.
It was early next morning as day-light did appear,
Elliot hove in fight, my boys, and gave them three cheers
Elliot hove in fight, my boys, and to his men did ſay,
Yonder is Monſieur Thurot and we'll ſhew them Bri-
tish play (name.
The firſt ſhip that engaged us the Union was her
She gave to us a broadſide, and bore away again.
Then come up the other two, and gave us fire round,
That's bravely done, ſays Thurot, that is Carrackfergus
town                                     (made
Before that they ſtruck great ſlaughter there was
And many a gallant Frenchman on the deck lay dead,
For they came tumbling down do faſt and wounded as
they lay,
While the Britiſh heroes ſhot their maſts away,
Then Thuro came upon the deck he look'd both
pale and wan            (ſink us every one,
Saying ſtrike your colours my brave boys, or they'll
For the weight of ſhot, came in so hot by weather, and
by lee,
Strike ſtrike my colours or they'll ſink us all in the ſea
So Thurot he was wounded as I've heard many ſay,
Ae was kill'd by Elliot's men, & buried in Ramſey bay,
So here's a health to Elliot's men, and all ſuch warlike
ſouls,                                                           (bowl,
To them we'll drink and never flinch out of a flowing