Sung by Master Leslie, who is described as an interersting boy and a delightful singer who held a British Flag in his hand while singing. 

Lyrics: 

“When a Boy, Harry Bluff left his friends and his home, 

And his dear native Isle, o’er the ocean to rearm; 

Like a sapling he spring, he was face to the view, 

He was true British oak, boys, the older he grew

Tho’ his body was weak, and his hand they were soft,

When the signal was given, he the first went aloft; 

The veterans all cried he’d one day lead the van,

Tho’ rated a boy, he head the soul of a man. 

And the heart of a true British Sailor. 

When to manhood promoted, and burning for fame. 

Still in peace or in war Harry Bluff was the same; 

He was true to his Love, and in battle so brave, 

That the laurel and myrtle entwined o’er his grave. 

For his country he fell, when by victory crown’d. 

The flag shot away, fell in tatters around; 

The foe though it struck, but he sung out avast, 

The colours of Old England he nailed to the mast, 

And he died like a true British Sailor.”

 (Kingston Chronicle on Sept. 8, 1826 p. 3. col. 2)