William McCarty, comp. The American National Song Book. 1842.
The Lady WashingtonC
Who plough the raging main,
Come listen to my story
While I relate the same;
’Twas of the Lady Washington,
Decoyed as she lay
At Queen Charlotte’s Island,
In North America.
In the year of ninety-one,
The natives in great numbers
On board our ship did come;
Then for to buy our fur of them
Our captain did begin,
But mark what they attempted
Before long time had been.
Two stout arm-chests did stand,
And in both of them were left the keys,
By the gunner’s careless hand;
Which quickly they procuring,
Of them did make a prize,
Thinking we had no other arms
For to defend our lives.
And unto them did say,
“If you’ll return me back those keys
I for the same will pay;”
No sooner had he spoke these words,
Than they drew forth their knives,
Saying, “The vessel’s ours, sir,
And we will have your lives.”
The ship was in their hands,
Upon the men and officers
Laid quickly his commands:
“Go down into the cabin,
And there some arms prepare,
See that they are well loaded,
Be sure, and don’t miss fire.”
Straightway we did repair,
And to our sad misfortune
Few guns could we find there;
We only found six pistols,
Two small swords, and a gun,
And “Blow her up,” we soon agreed
Was all that could be done.
And our gun-room open laid;
Our souls we did commit to God,—
A hurried prayer we pray’d,—
We then inform’d our captain,
Saying, “Ready now are we.”
He says, “A signal I will give,
It shall be ‘Follow me.’”
Each man was forced to stand,
With twelve of these cursed savages
With knives in every hand,
Till one of these blood-thirsty hounds,
He made a spring below,
Then cried the captain, “Follow me,”
And with him we did go.
We rush’d on deck amain,
And by our being resolute,
Our quarter-deck did gain;
Soon as we reach’d our arm-chest,
Such slaughter there made we,
That in less than ten minutes
Our ship of them was free.
That on our deck there lay;
And finding we’d nobody hurt,
To work we went straightway.
The number kill’d upon our deck,
That day, was sixty good,
And full as many wounded,
As soon we understood.
At the hour of break of day,
We sail’d along abreast the town,
Which we came to straightway;
We call’d all hands to quarters,
And at the town did play,
Till we made them return the things
They’d stole from us that day.
And always ready be
For to suppress those savages
Of Northwest America;
For they are so desirous
Some vessel for to gain,
That they will never leave it off
Till most of them are slain.
We’re fastly rolling on,
Where we shall drink good punch, for which
We’ve suffer’d all along.
And when the sixteenth day of June,
Around does yearly come,
We’ll drink in celebration
Of what that day was done.
And make end unto my song,
Success to the commander
Of the Lady Washington!
Success unto his voyages,
Wherever he may go;
O may death and dire destruction
Always attend his foe!