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Bold Clinton by land
Did quietly stand While I made a thundering clatter;
But the channel was deep,
So he only could peep And not venture over the water.
De'el take 'em; their shot Came so swift and so hot, And the cowardly dogs stood so stiff, sirs, That I put ship about, And was glad to get out, Or they would not have left me a skiff, sirs.
Now bold as a Turk
I proceed to New York, Where with Clinton and Howe you may find me.
I've the wind in my tail,
And am hoisting my sail, To leave Sullivan's Island behind me.
But, my lords, do not fear,
For before the next year, Although a small island could fret us,
The continent whole
We shall take, by my soul, If the cowardly Yankees will let us.
. [THE CHUISERS.] A New Song, Adapted to the Times. [To the Tune of A Hunting we will go !=' The Dusky Alight.']
Behold, upon the swelling wave, with streaming pendants gay, Our gallant ship invites the brave, while glory leads the way. And a-cruising we will go, oho I oho 1 oho 1 A-cruising we will go, oho I and a-cruising we will go !
Ye beauteous maids, your smiles bestow; for if you prove unkind How can we hope to beat the foe ? We leave our hearts behind. When a-cruising we shall go, oho I oho I oho I etc.