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On the fourteenth of February we sailed from the land
In the Bold Princess Royal bound for New Foundland
We had forty bright sailors for our shipâs company
And boldly from the eastâards to the westâard bore we
We had not been sailing scarce days two or three
When a man from our top-mast a sail he did see
Come bearing down on us to see who we were
And from under her mizzen red colours she wore
âGreat godâ cried our captain âwhat shall we do now?
For there comes a bold pirate to rob us I knowâ
âOh noâ cried the chief mate âthat cannot be so
We will shake out our reef, boys and away we will goâ
It was the next morning, at the dawning of day
This lofty, large pirate shot under our lee
Whence came you cried the pirate, we answered him so
âWe are out of fair London bound for Callaoâ
âThen back your main topsails and heave your ship to
For I have a letter Iâll send down to you
If I back my main topsails and heave my ship to
It will be for some pilot-not alongside of youâ
He chased us to the eastâard and all that long day
He chased us to westâard three nights and a day
He fired shots upon us but none did prevail
And the Bold Princess Royal she showed him her tail
âOh nowâ cried our captain âthat pirates undone!
Go down for your grog boys go down everyone!
Go down for your grog boys and be of good cheer!
For as long as we have got sea room, bonny boys never fearâ