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YOU GENTLEMEN OF ENGLAND |
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It enemies oppose us,
And England is at war With any foreign nation,
We fear not wound or scar; To humble them, come on, lads,
Their flags we'll soon lay low-Clear the way for the fray,
Though the stormy winds do blow. |
A sailor must have courage,
No danger he must shun, In ev'ry kind of weather
His course he still must run : Now mounted on the topmast,
How fearful 'tis below, Then we ride as the tide.
When the stormy winds do blow |
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But when the danger's over,
And safe we come on shore, The horrors of the tempest
We think upon no more ; We find a hearty welcome
Wherever we may go, Safe and sound on dry ground,
When the stormy winds do blow. |
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H. 4368. |
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