THE ANVIL CREW Easton/Trad
Our bills were paid and our anchor weighed,
As we sailed from the famed Pate's Plum.
And the distant thunder roared afar,
Like the beat of a muffled drum.
The lightning wi' it's vivid flash
Illum'ned near and far,
And the gale began to blow ere we
Had passed the Gashoose Bar_O!-
The Anvil she was stout and strong
Broad-beamed and deep in keel
And Captain Menty walked the deck
While Buck'am manned the wheel!
But when we came tae Laidlaw's Cauld
There a horde o' pirates lay
There lay the "Cat" wi' her sails a' set
A waiting for the fray
Then boatswain Newell who was up aloft,
Bawled out wi' open mooth
"There's a pirate on oo'r lee bow there, give her three points tae the "Sooth"!
"A-ha"! -Cried Menty- "Now for revenge,
The Cat's an awfu' brute:
She assailed me yince on Denholm Cauld,
When I traded in fresh fruit"
"Now then my lads, stick tae yer guns
And the pirate's crew we'll wallop!
For the Cat will find oot tae her cost, we're a most expensive collop"!
The battle then began and raged,
For three full hours or more.
But our men were good and our guns were strong,
And we drove the "Cat" ashore.
But when we counted up our loss, we wept you may believe
For we found our captain dear was slain, it made us all to greive
On a gun carriage we placed his corpse,
And a shroud around him rolled
We wept as we plunged him in the deep
He was worth his weight in gold.
A broken anchor we placed at his feet
And our colours 'round did wrap.
We then smiled as we thought,
Had he been alive,
He'd ha' sold it for old scrap!