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ADMIRAL BENBOW (2) Come all you seamen bold, landed here, landed here, It is of an Admiral brave called Benbow by his name, How he ploughed the raging main You shall hear, you shall hear. Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow sailed, Benbow sailed, What a sweet and pleasant gale when Benbow he set sail And the enemy they turned tail In a fright, in a fright. Great Reuben and Benbow fought the French, fought the French, See the boats go up and down and the bullets whizzing round And the enemy they knocked down, There they lie, there they lie. Oh, Benbow lost his legs, by chain-slot, by chain-shot, Down on his stumps did fall and so loud for mercy called, Oh, fight on my British tars, It is my lot, it is my lot. When the doctor dressed the wounds Benbow cried, Benbow cried, Oh, pray pick me up in haste to the quarter deck my place That the enemy I might face Until I die, until I die. Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow died, Benbow died, What a shocking sight to see when they carried him away They carried him to Se'm's'on church There he lays, there he lays. Printed in The Copper Family Songbook - A Living Tradition Recorded by The Copper Family on Song For Every Season @sailor @battle @death filename[ ADBENBW2 TUNE FILE: ADBENBW2 CLICK TO PLAY SOF |
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