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Music of the Waters. 35 |
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Chorus.—Rule Britannia, Britannia rules the waves,
For Britons never, never, never shall be slaves.
Solo.—Oh, 'twas on the deep Atlantic, During the equinoctial gales, That a young feller fell overboard, Among the sharks and whales. He fell right down so quickly, So headlong down fell he, That he tumbled out of sight, like a streak
of light, To the bottom of the deep blue sea. Singing—
Chorus.—Rule Britannia.
Solo.—We lowered a boat to look after him, And we thought to find his corpse, When up to the top he came with a bang, And sung in a voice sepulchrally hoarse— " My comrades and my messmates all, Pray do not grieve for me, For I'm married to a mermaid At the bottom of the deep blue sea."
Chorus.—Rule Britannia.
Solo.—He told us how when he first went down The fishes all came round he, And they seemed to think, as they stared at
him, That he made uncommonly free. But down he went, tho* he didn't know how, And he felt " it's all up with me," When he came to a lovely mermaid At the bottom of the deep blue sea. Singing—
Chorus.—Rule Britannia. D 2 |
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