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THE DESTRUCTION OF THE PROTECTION FLEET. A Nautical Ballad. IT was in tit. Stephens' waters That ADMIRAL PEEL his course he wore, For he found by the chart, if he kept his course, lie must run slap on a lee shore. Oar Admiral he stood on the starboard tack, When we the Protection Fleet did spy, All hands 'bout ship, and in a crack, Tour starboard tacks and sheets let fly." The cotton ships as was our convoy, A league a-h"ad under runs, But PEEL he cracked on and hailed 'em Ahoy! Drop under our stani and stand by your guns." It was CAPTAIN CORDEN of the Stockport, And CAPTAIN BIumIT of the Durham, also, f At our Admiral's hail, they now all shout And roused their hands up from below. "Starbowlincs stout, you must turn out; Larbowlines stout heave all aback; For biess'd if heve ain't bold ADMIRAL PPEL, As we thought was on the other taok." So to quarters we beat through the Free Trade Fleet, And the grog it was sawed out all round, And stern to his gun, stood each mother's eon, As we took up our fighting ground. Bold STANLEY let fly from the enemy, A second to him bold RICHMOND played, And his frig-ate saucy DISEAELI Alongside of our Admiral laid. Oh well young nE he worked the craft, With small arms and with hollow shot, But PEEr. lie raked him fore and aft, And for one BE gave, biess'd but two he got. At first the Corn Law, eighty-four, She struck to CAPTAIN COBlmN bold, And Timber Duty, she blowed up, And a sheer hulk the H'est Indian rolled. Then the enemy's captains they came aboard And three chocrs our gallant tars they gavi As each of 'em handed up his sword, And doused his fore an' aft so grave. But DISRAELI he still showed fight, Dismasted and rudderless though he lay, And when he'd shot out all his shot With powder still he blazed away. The Protection Fleet, thus one by one Their colours for to strike, we saw; Only bold STANLEY still fought on With his flag-ship the Navigation Law. Mailiyard to mainyard his guns did thunder, And once he boarded by the chains; And his stout crew would not knock under Until blowed out was all their brains. His sails was riddled, his masts was seored, His ship settled gunwale to the sea, When he hailed Avast, send a boat aboard, For I'm willing to strike he says, says lie. 'Twas on board an old tub of a seventy-four, The Whig, LOItD RUSSELL, her captain's name, Which never got up till the fight was o'er Bold STANLEY to surrender came. His sword to RUSSELL out he drew And Take my sword, LORD .JOHN," says he; But if I'd only "fought with you You'd never have had this sword of me. It was ADMIRAL 'Fkkl, with COBDHN and BRIGHT, And them cotton ships so stout and true, That deSilrvcsthe credit of this here fight, So don't you go for to say 'twas you." So three cheers to them to whom we owes The victory of the Free Trade Fleet, And may we see such gallant foes, Henceforth as .gallant friends to meet. Punch.

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