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In Port Famine we anchor'd, and took in our store Of both water and wood, for it yielded no more. Discharging our store ship, our anchors we weigh'd, And we work'd through the Straits ; no time we delay'd ; But now are return'd, and such tidings we bring As may welcome us home to our country and king.
A tedious long passage it was for to go,
With our consort so dull that we took her in tow,
But on April the 12th we got clear of the Straits;
Tho' the Swallow, we fear, a [much] longer time waits,
Yet we are return'd, and such tidings we bring
As may welcome us home to our country and king.
Then we plow'd the South Ocean, such [land] to discover As amongst other nations has made such a pother. We found it, my boys, and with joy be it told, For beauty such islands you ne'er did behold. We've the pleasure ourselves the tidings to bring As may welcome us home to our country and king.
For wood, water, fruit, and provision well stor'd Such an isle as King George's the world can't afford, For to each of these islands great Wallis gave name, Which will e'er be recorded in annals of fame. We'd the fortune to find them, and homeward to bring The tidings a tribute to country and king. |
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THE BRAGS OF WASHINGTON.
Come, all you brave seamen and landsmen likewise, That have got an inclination your fortunes to' rise, That have got an inclination to fight the proud Bostonians, And soon we'll let you know that we are the sons of Britain.
Fal lal, etc.
As for the brags of Washington, that never can be ; There is Carlton and Clinton have shewn their bravery ; There is Darby and Rodney, commanders of the ocean, And many a brave fellow is waiting for promotion. |
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