THE BUCKLAND SHAG SONGBOOK - Perth Morris Men

Admiral Benbow
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 fine and pleasant gale when Benbow he set sail,
And his captains they turned tail,
In a fright, in a fright.
Both Reuben and Benbow fought the French, fought the French,
They fought them up and down, till the blood came trickling down,
Till the blood came trickling down,
Where they lay, where they lay.
Brave Benbow lost his legs, by chain shot, by chain shot,
Brave Benbow lost his legs, and all on his stumps he begs,
Fight on me English lads,
Tis our lot, tis our lot.
The surgeon dressed his wounds, cried Benbow, cried Benbow,
Let a cradle now be placed on the quarter deck in haste,
That the enemy I may face,
Until I die, until I die.
And there brave Benbow lay, crying out, crying out,
Let us tack about once more, we will drive them to the shore,
For I value not their noise,
Nor the score, nor the score.
Last Tuesday morning last, Benbow died, Benbow died,
What a shocking sight to see, when they carried him away,
They carried him to Selmeston church,
And there he lays, there he lays.
The Buckland Shag Morris Men
A Dancing Tradition since 1987
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