Folk Song

X:1 T:The Arethusa C:Trad N:Sea Song N:War Song K: W:1 Come all ye jolly Sailors bold, W:Whose hearts are cast in honour's mould W:While English glory I unfold - W:Hurra! for the Arethusa. W:She is a frigate tight and brave, W:As ever stemm'd the dashing wave, W:Her men are staunch to their fav'rite launch W:And when the foe shall meet our fire, W:Sooner than strike we'll all expire, W:On board of the Arethusa. W: W:2 Twas with the spring fleet she went out W:The English Channel to cruise about, W:When four French sail, in show so stout, W:Bore down on the Arethusa. W:The fam'd Belle Poule straight ahead did lie W:The Arethusa seem'd to fly, W:Not a sheet or a tack or a brace did she slack W:Tho' the Frenchmen laugh'd and thought it stuff W:But they knew not the handful of men, so tough W:On board of the Arethusa. W: W:3 On deck five hundred men did dance, W:The stoutest they could find in France: W:We with two hundred did advance, W:On board of the Arethusa. W:Our Captain hail'd the Frenchman, ho! W:The Frenchman then cried out, hallo! W:"Bear down, d'ye see, to our Admiral's lee" W:"No, no", said the Frenchman "That can't be" W:"Then I must lug you along with me," W:Says the saucy Arethusa. W: W:4 The fight was off the Frenchman's land, W:We drove them back upon their strand, W:For we fought till not a stick would stand. W:Of the gallant Arethusa. W:And now we've driven the foe ashore, W:Never to fight with Britons more, W:Let each fill a glass to his fav'rite lass. W:A health to the Captain and officers true, W:And all that belong to the jolly crew W:On board of the Arethusa. % % % % %