Admiral Benbow (Paul Clayton)
Paul Clayton
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'Twas often Admiral Ray
Calling Benbow by his name
He fought on the raging main
You must know
Oh, the ship rocks up and down
And the shots are flying 'round
The enemy tumbling down
There they lay, there they lay
The ship rocks up and down
And the shots are flying 'round
The enemy tumbling down
There they lay, there they lay
'Twas Reuben and Benbow
Fought the French, fought the French
'Twas Reuben and Benbow
Fought the French
Down on his old stump he fell
And so loudly he did call
"Fight ye on my English lads
'Tis my lot, 'tis my lot"
Down on his old stump he fell
And so loudly he did call
"Fight ye on my English lads
'Tis my lot, 'tis my lot"
When the doctor dressed his wounds
Benbow cried, Benbow cried
When the doctor dressed his wounds
Benbow cried
"Let a bed be fetched in haste
On the quarter deck be placed
That the enemy I might face
'Till I die, 'till I die"
"Let a bed be fetched in haste
On the quarter deck be placed
That the enemy I might face
'Till I die, 'till I die"
On Tuesday morning last
Benbow died, Benbow died
On Tuesday morning last
Benbow died
What a shocking sight to see
When Benbow was carried away
He was carried to Kingston church
There he lay, there he lay
What a shocking sight to see
When Benbow was carried away
He was carried to Kingston church
There he lay, there he lay