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THE SAILORS' DIALOGUE 227
A health to Captain Stonehouse, success attend the Blandford, Five guineas is advanced us, come then let us enter on board; With the Blandford!s guns we'll smoak the Dons, their ragged
staff we'll humble, Jack Frenchmen too shall cry morbleu, we'll give them cause to
grumble.
Come fill your flowing glasses, let us drink and be merry;
Take leave of all your lasses, we can no longer tarry ;
Girls, never fear, ye soon shall hear of the BlandfortPs safe
arrival, To Bristol town then haste ye down, your sweethearts to revive
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THE SAILORS' DIALOGUE. Tune, Gossip Joan.
Tom.
How goes it, brother Jack ? You are grown such a beau now, Had I but seen your back damn me if I had known you,
Brother Jack.
Jack.
What cheer, old messmate Tom ? You look as if you'd cry now ; But I have news from home will make you jump mast high now,
Messmate Tom.
Since our brave towering Hawke has shown the French his talons, 'Twill soon be peace they talk ; if so we'll drink off gallons
To brave Hawke.
Tom.
Huzza ! my hearty cock ! For this news damn all sorrow, I'll pawn my shirt and frock, but I'll get drunk to-morrow,
Hearty cock !
Jack.
When all the ship are paid we'll lead a merry life, boy; Blood ! then how we'll parade with ev'ry one his wife, boy,
When we're paid. |
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