| On the tenth' of August 1512
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| We passed the headland west of Saint-Mathieu
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| English galleons
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| 50 strong English galleons
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| And so it was that I did see
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| The finest ship I’d ever seen
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| Marie la Cordelière
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| Belle Marie la Cordelière
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| She was so fine, such a sight to see
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| Sailing high on the summer sea
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| And I am proud to say that I have seen
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| Belle Marie la Cordelière
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| And when the Breton captain he did see
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| The English flags out on the reach, he cried
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| «Weigh the anchors high and we will fight
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| Weigh the anchors high!»
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| And the Belle Marie came sailing proud
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| 200 canons shining on her sides
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| 15 hundred men prepared to die
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| 15 hundred men
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| Well the battle raged for many’an hour
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| Till her decks ran red with blood and we breached her side
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| Then the captain cried «Though we may die
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| We’ll not surrender her»
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| Across the heaving deck he ran
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| In each hand a blazing brand he bore
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| Into the powder store and he blew her high
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| He fired the powder store |