"For resistance I could fear none,But with twenty ships had done What thou,brave and happy Vernon Hast achieved with six alone.
Then the Bastimentos never Had our foul dishonour seen;
Nor the sea the sad receiver Of this gallant train had been.
"Thus,like thee,proud Spain dismaying,And her galleons leading home,Though condemned for disobeying,I had met a traitor's doom,To have fallen,my country crying He has played an English part;
Had been better far than dying Of a grieved and broken heart.
"Unrepining at thy glory,Thy successful arms we hail;
But remember our sad story,And let Hosier's wrongs prevail.
Sent in this foul clime to languish,Think what thousands fell in vain,Wasted with disease and anguish,Not in glorious battle slain.
"Hence with all my train attending From their oozy tombs below,Through the hoary foam ascending,Here I feed my constant woe:
Here the Bastimentos viewing,We recall our shameful doom,And our plaintive cries renewing,Wander through the midnight gloom.
"O'er these waves for ever mourning Shall we roam deprived of rest,If to Britain's shores returning You neglect my just request;
After this proud foe subduing,When your patriot friends you see,Think on vengeance for my ruin,And for England shamed in me."