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Of their Trident our Devonshire came alongside, And souse ! in her guts, such a dose did she hide, That the rummaging pills almost work'd her to death, For she soon, like the Severn, lay gasping for breath. Then bounce ! came their Terrible—foul on a Tartar; But she too sung small, till she cry'd out for quarter. Then bounce ! came their Terrible, etc.
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Now shatter'd and batter'd (Morbleu ! such a sight!) Their Thunder knock'd under, and stole off by night; When six of their squadron, that scarcely could creep, We lugg'd and tugg'd home, in our harbours to sleep. And so large were their hulks, tho' we ply'd 'em with rubbing, To be sure their thick hides took a good deal of drubbing. And so large were their hulks, etc. |
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And now, the next year, when the prizes we've made By our own hands are mann'd out, we'll drive a French trade; While the sea is our market, for squadrons we'll barter, And give for first rates only bullets and quarter ! So, Huzzah ! to King George, boys ; long, long may he reign, By the right of old England, long lord of the main. So, Huzzah ! etc.
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While our salt water walls so begird us about, And our cruisers, and bruisers, keep good looking out, What force need old England to fear can offend her, From France, or from Spain, or a Popish Pretender ? So, Huzzah ! to King George, boys; long, long may he reign, By the right of old England, long lord of the main. So Huzzah ! etc. |
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