Bay of Biscay-o

Ye gentlemen of England who live home at you ease
It's little do you think of the dangers of the sea
When we receive our orders we are obliged to go
On the main to proud Spain where the stormy winds do blow

Was on the fouth of August from Spithead we set sail
With Ramely and Company blest with a pleasant gale
We sailed along together in the Bay of Biscay-o
Where a dreadful storm it did arise and the stormy wind did blow

The Ramely she left us, she could no longer stay
And by distress of weather from us she bore away
When she arrived at Gibraltar they told the people so
How they thought we all were lost on the Bay of Biscay-o

Kind Heaven did protect us, it was not quite so bad
First we lost our foremast, and then we lost our flag
And then we lost our mainmast, one of our guns also
And the men we lost ten on the Bay of Biscay-o

When the mainmast started, it gave a dreadful stroke
In our starboard quarter, a large hole did it broke
Then the seas came battering in, our guns soon overflow
So boldly she plowed it on the Bay of Biscay-o

The night being dark and dreary, at twelve o'clock that night
Our captain in the forecastle was killed then outright
The ring upon his finger in pieces burst in two
There he laid until next day when we overboard him threw

The storm it being abated, we rigged up jury mast
And steered it for Gibraltar, where we arrived at last
They said it was a dismal sight, as ever they did know
There was not to drink but wine, with wich we drowned all our woe