Re 25 Jun 07 post
Naval Songs And Ballads, Firth, C.H., Navy Records Society, 1908, Cornell University, 1991.

One of the indexes at the back of the book is as follows:
TUNES MENTIONED
Admiral Benbow
Admiral Byng and brave West
Admiral Keppel Triumphant
A Fig for France and Holland too
A hunting we will go
Aim not too high
An Orange
Arethusa
Awake, oh my Cloris
Banstead Downs
Brave Vernon's Triumph
Cannons rore
Captain Death
Captain Ward
Cawsand Bay
Chevy Chase
Come and Listen to my Ditty
Coming Down
Death of Admiral Benbow
Digby's Farewell
Down by a Crystal River side
Dub a Dub, or, the Seaman's Tantara ra
Duke of Lorain and the Princess Royal
Every Man Keep his own Room
Five Sail of Frigats bound for Malago
Fond boy
Glorious Charles of Sweden
Gossip Joan
Hearts of Oak
Hey! For the honour of Old England
Hey Ho, my Hony
I am a Jovial Batchelor
I often for my Jenny strove
I prethee Love turn to me
I was, d'ye see, a Waterman
Iantha
Ianthe,
I'le go to Sir Richard
In the merry month of June
John Dory
John Duke of Marlborough
Ladies of London
Let Caesar Live long
Let the soldiers rejoice
Let us drink and sing, and merrily troul the bowl
Monsieur Ragou, or the Dancing Hobby horses
Mounseers Almaigne
O so ungrateful a creature
Our Noble King in his progress
Packington' Pound
Round about the Hollow Tree
Russel's Farewell
Sail before the mast
Shannon and Chesapeake
Tars of the Blanche
The Dancing Hobby horses, v. Monsieur Ragou
The Husky Night
The Jovial Cobbler
The King's going to Bulloign
The Landlady of France
The Lillies of France
The Poor Benjamin
The Ring of Gold
The Seaman's Tantara ra, v. Dub a Dub
The Spinning Wheel
The stormy winds do blow
The Two English Travellers
The Vicar of Bray
Thursday in the morn
To all you ladies now at land
We'll go no more to Greenland
When this old Cap was New
Which nobody can deny

From the NOTES
   P. 328. Cawsand Bay. Version supplied by Sir J. K. Laughton, who writes: 'It was brought into vouge about fifty years ago by a dear friend and brother officer of mine, Richard Creagh Saunders, then Naval Instructor of the Marlborough, the flagship of the Mediterranean. He was a man of poetic feeling, with a pretty turn for versifying, and a good knowledge of music, though no voice to speak of. The account he gave menof it is this: He was staying in the country with an old messmate – I don't think he mentioned the name – who one day gve him some old journals, scrapbooks, &c., to look through; and among them he found this song, which he copied there and then. Of its origin there was no trace. I more than half suspect that he was himself the author of it. The tune to which he always sang it, and which his successors have of course followed, is, he said, an adaptation of an air in Don Giovanni.'