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A NEW SEA SONG CALLED THE ROBIN HOOD.
Come, all ye young seamen that plow on the main, Oh ! have you not heard of the valiant ship of fame ? Her name it is the Robin Hood, as you have been told; She's commanded by Little-John, of courage so bold. |
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I'll tell you of a fight, boys, and how it did begin. It was in Gibraltar Gut, which is near unto Apes Hill; It was three privateers that belonged unto Spain, Who thought our British courage for to stain. |
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I'll tell you, brother sailors : it was on a calm day, Then one of the privateers they boarded us straightway : They hove in their powder flasks and their stink-pots, But we repaid them with our small shot. |
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They being in number three hundred and more, And is not equal, you'll say, unto threescore: But now I will tell you the courage of our men, That we valu'd them not, if they had been ten. |
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Our small arms did rattle, and our great guns did roar, Till one of them we sunk, and the other run ashore; Such a slaughter we made as you seldom shall see, Till an hundred and eighty we drown'd in the sea. |
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Our fight being over, and our fray being done, And every man then scowering his gun, And every man to a full flowing bowl; Here's a health to all British loyal souls.
There's one thing more does trouble our mind ; It's for to leave our chief mate, that noble soul, behind, But he being wounded most desperate sore, We were forced for to leave him at Gibraltar. |
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