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They hoisted sail, the Sound they cross'd, And near Lloyd's Neck they anchor'd first; 'Twas here the Tories felt 'twas wrong, To bring so many men along.
Then every man must tell his name, A list they took, and kept the same; When twenty-four of fifty men Were order'd to go home again.
The twenty-six who staid behind, Most cruelly they were confin'd; On board the brig were order'd quick, And then confin'd beneath the deck.
A dismal hole with filth besmear'd, But 'twas no more than what we fear'd; Sad the confinement, dark the night, But then the devil thought 'twas right.
But to return whence I left off, They at our misery made a scoff; Like raving madmen tore about, Swearing they'd take our vitals out. |
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