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THE PORT ADMIRAL |
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Chorus.
Lefs give him apiece of our mind, my Bet ; Port Admiral, you be damned. |
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I had the flour, and plums all picked, and suet all chopped fine, To mix into a pudding rich, for all the mess to dine : I pawn'd my ear-rings for the beef, it weighed at least a stone : Now my fancy man is sent to sea, and I am left alone. Here's Bet and Sue Who stand here too,
A-shivering by my side; They both are dumb, They both look glum,
And watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo: At the admiral's house look'd she ; To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free : You've got a turkey, I'll be bound,
With which you will be crammed ; I'll give you a bit of my mind, old hound : Port Admiral, you be damned.
Chorus.
We'll give you a bit of our mind, old hound : Port Admiral, you be damned. |
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I'm sure that in this weather they cannot cook their meat: To'eat it raw on Christmas Day will be a pleasant treat; But let us all go home, girls ; it's no use waiting here : We'll hope that Christmas Day to come they'll have a better cheer. So Bet and Sue, Don't stand here too,
A-shivering by my side; Don't keep so dumb, Don't look so glum,
Nor watch the ebbing tide. Poll put her arms a-kimbo :
At the admiral's house look'd she; To thoughts that were in limbo, She now a vent gave free.
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