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KEPPEL FOR EVER |
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So now, brother sailors, let us reunite To serve under Keppel, the French for to fight; His name, like the gold from the furnace, shall shine In Old England's annals to time's latest line.
Then fill up your glasses, and let them not stand) A health to the hero that doth us command : ' May each British heart and voice say, without fear, ' A fig for the French and Sir Hugh Palliser !' |
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KEPPEL FOR EVER!
Smile, smile, Britannia, smile, on Admiral Keppel smile,
Thy darling son ; With laurels crown his head ; go, Fame, his glory spread ; His name monsieurs do dread, from him they run.
Goree, th' Havannah too, where shot in showers flew,
Keppel so bold, In the midst of the fray, he to his men did say, ' We'll shew them British play and share their gold.'
Tho' he's been false-accused, his character abus'd,
Still he's the thing ; Keppel these forty years has serv'd in the wars, Fear'd neither wounds nor scars, for George his king.
But Twitcher and his crew (I mean his dupe Sir Hugh),
Wicked their scheme! To try Keppel did call, thro' malice, that was all. Lucifer's pride must fall, like Admiral Byng.
Bonfires, bells did ring; Keppel was all the ding,
Music did play ; Windows with candles in, all for to honour him; People aloud did sing, ' Keppel! huzza!'
May he draw his sword again in defence of George his king
And country's right. On board,the Victory, again his flag does fly. Monsieurs will feel, by-and-by, if he will fight.
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