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Music of the Waters. |
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The first man that John Dory did meet,
Was good King John of France a ! John Dory conn'd well of his courtesie,
But fell down in a trance a. A pardon, a pardon, my liege and my king;
For my merry men and for me a ; And all the churles in merrie England,
I'll bring them all bound to thee a. Sir Nichol was then a Cornish man,
A little beside Boligde a ; And he mann'd forth a good blacke barke,
With fiftie good oares on a side a.
Run up, my boy, unto the main-top, And looke what thou canst spie a ;
Who, oh ! a goodly ship I do see, I trow it be John Dory a.
They hoist their sailes both top and top,
The mizen and all was tride a ; And every man stood to his lot,
Whatever should betide a.
The roaring canons then were plide, And dub a dub went the drumme a ;
The braying trumpets loudly cride, To 'courage both all and some a.
The grappling hooks were brought at length, The browne bill and the sword a ;
John Dory at length, for all his strength, Was clapt fast under board a." |
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