You landsmen and you seamen bold, Attention give to me, While I a tragedy unfold, Upon the briney sea; In the German ocean it occurred, Near the sight of land, Twenty-eight fell victims To the cursed murderers hands.
The Sea Horse it from Sydney sailed, Bound for Old England’s shore, With crew and thirteen passengers, Whose fate we now deplore; Returning home with hard earned gold, Across the briney main, But alas! the ones they loved at home, They ne’er will see again.
Four of the crew they laid a plan, The passengers to slay, And with the gold they dearly earnt, O’er the seas to bear away; These murderers were led away, All by their thirst for gold, And their victims they did cruelly slay, Most shocking to unfold.
In some grog they mixed some laudanum And soon they fell asleep. And then these wretched monsters To their victim’s berths did creep; Then to the Captain’s cabin, Intent on blood did steer, And mangled his poor body, How dreadful for to hear.
The Sarah Ann from North Shields, As by the facts appear, Saw the poor ill-fated ship, And boarded it we hear; And found the gory victims-- How shocking for to read, May the murderers soon be taken And suffer for their deeds.
FULL PARTICULARS OF THE HORRIBLE & DREADFUL GREAT FIRE IN LONDON.
[Few public calamities recorded in our annals can bear a comparison, in point of distress, with the tremendous conflagration which reduced the greater part of the British metropolis to ashes, in the 1666. Of this dire catastrophe, all our histories give a general, and some of them a detailed, account; but no relation hitherto published is so minutely descriptive as that written at the time, and as it were on the smoking embers of the city, by the ingenious John Evelyn; from whose memoirs we have therefore extracted the whole narration.]
September 2. This fatal night about ten began that deplorable fire near Fish Street, in London.
Sept. 3. The fire continuing, after dinner I took coach, with my wife and son, and went to the bank side in Southwark, where we beheld that dismal spectacle, the whole city in dreadful flames near the waterside; all the houses from the bridge, all Thames street, and upwards towards Cheapside down to the Three Cranes, were now consumed.