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THE ISLE OF AIX |
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Brave West did boldly act in the van, in the van, Brave West did boldly act in the van ; As he did boldly act, I call'd my own ships back; Else he'd put the French to wrack Near Mahon. |
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Oh ! .woe to cursed gold ! ohon ! ohon !
Oh ! woe to cursed gold ! ohon !
Oh ! woe to cursed gold; For Minorca I have sold, That gallant place of old, With Mahon ! |
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It's decreed by the King, I do hear, I do hear, He's decreed it the nation to please, It's decreed by the King, I'll be shot by my marines, For the misdeed I have deen On the seas. |
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A NEW SONG WRITTEN ON THE ISLE OF AIX.
Tune of Every Man keep his own Room.
I am a sailor bold, and press'd to served the King, I am sent upon an errand some laurels home to bring: I am now on the coast, boys, where they are to be had, But alas ! I dare not gather them, which makes me raving mad. Mad, boys, mad. Alas! I dare not gather them, which makes me raving mad. |
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It's enough to make a dog mad, to see a pudding creep. If he could not get at it, he'd bark and howl and weep; Methinks I see the laurels grow and easy to be had, Alas ! I dare not gather them, which makes me raving mad.
Mad, boys, mad, etc. |
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