|In our ship we rolled over the great waves,
While the cannons gave out a monstrous roar.
We were expecting many wet graves
For our enemies while our flag did soar.
Our grape shot took out the French ship's rigging.
Our chain shot took out most of the French crew.
Our first-class frigate's shots were crippling,
So the cook started making a victory stew.
And then they fired a rolling broadside
That jammed our nimble rudder in it's place.
Then a great wave tossed me over the side,
And the last thing I saw was a French face.
They then took me back to my own homeland
And told me my ship was down in the sand.
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