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PARKER THE DELEGATE 281
Adieu, pretty Nancy of Portsmouth, adieu! When your William is absent, I pray then be true. To fight for our king and our country we go; Our toils are rewarded, we'll face the proud foe.
Farewell to our children; farewell, dearest wives ! We don't leave you distress'd, tho' we venture our lives : Our pay is advanced, which you shall receive; Then dry up each tear, girls, and cease for to grieve.
Then, my boys, hoist your sails, to Old England adieu, No longer oppressed, to you we'll prove true: You shall find that a tar is both grateful and brave— We'll die, but our king and our country we'll save.
Three cheers, lads ! three cheers, lads! we lose sight of land. In defence of our country we'll join heart and hand; And when we return, boys, we'll drink, dance and sing With wives and with sweethearts, so God save the King !
A NEW SONG ON PARKER THE DELEGATE, HEAD OF THE MUTINY AT SHE ERNE SS.
To the Tune of The Vicar of Bray
I will not sing in Parker's praise, disgraceful is the story, Nor yet to seamen tune my lays, eclipsed is now their glory ; Fell Faction's head they proudly rear 'gainst country and 'gainst
king, sir, And on their land they now do try destruction for to bring, sir.
Then Britons all, with one accord, fight for your Constitution, And let surrounding foes behold we want no revolution.
Parker the means has brought about our seamen to corrupt, sir, And like a daring traitor bold, our trade doth interrupt, sir; The ships at Sheerness rear the flag, the emblem of defiance, With sorrow strikes us to reflect, on them we've no reliance. Then Britons all, etc.