Twenty-fourth Of February

On the twenty-fourth of February, The weather bein’ clear,
We spied seven sail of Turkish men-o’-war, All belongin’ to Algier.
With my right fol leather ol, right fol leather ol,
Right fol leather ol day.
Roddle, diddle dee, Roddle, diddle day.
Right fol leather ol day.

Now the first that came to our ship’s side, It was the “Pink” so clear.
Commanded by the big Bashaw, And belongin’ to Algier.

The next that came to our ship’s side, It was the “Rose and Crown”.
We fired into her a good broadside, And quickly she went down.

So two we took, and one we sunk, The rest they ran away;
And one we brought to ol’ England’s shore, To show we had won the day!