The New Hampshire Gazette

LONDON:

Britain's Remembrancer. A new SONG, for the
Years 1758 and 1759.

COME listen a while, and I'll tickle your Ears,
with a few little Vict'ries; which, it appears,
We have gain'd from the French in two little Years.
Which no Body can deny, Fe,
We have beat them, my Boys; and I'll hold you a Pound.
We shall beat them, my boys, on the Sea or dry Ground,
We shall beat them as long as the World doth go round
Which no body, &c.
With Guadaloupe hurt I embellish my Strain,
Then a Cluster of Forts crowd into my Brain,
Crown Point, Frontenac, Niagara, Du Quesne.
Which no Body, &c.
Quebec we have taken, and taken Cape Breton;
Tho' the Coast was so steep, that a man might as soon
As, the Frenchmen imagin'd, have taken the Moon.
Which no Body, &c.
Senegal we have taken, and taken Goree;
And thither we Trade for our Blacks, do you see;
For who should buy Slaves, but they that are Free;
Which no Body, &c.
Then at Minden, you know, we defeated our Foes,
Though our Horse stood aloof without coming to Blows;
And why no Body's hang'd for it, no Body knows.
Which no Body, &c.
Boscawen at Louisbourg, and Hawke in the Bay,
Their Victories had I but Room to display.
I'm sure I should not have done singing To-day.
Which no Body, &c.
Oh! what is become of the Fleet out of Brest?
Some are burnt, some are taken—and where are the rest
Why some are fled East, and some are fled West.
Which no Body, &c.
Some Ten Fathom deep in the Sea may be found,
And some in the River Villaine are a ground,
Where they lie very safe, but not very sound.
Which no Body, &c.
Let France then all Title to Glory retain,
For these Years, unmatch'd, shall in History shine,
The renown'd Fifty-Eight, and the great Fifty-Nine:
Which no Body can deny, &c.