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Rh We with two hundred did advance, On board of the Arethusa. Our captain hail’d the Frenchman, ho! The Frenchmen they cried out, hallo! Bear down, d’ye see, To our Admiral’s lee; No, no, says the Frenchman, that can’t be, Then I must lug you along with me, Says the saucy Arethusa.

The fight was off the Frenchmen’s land, We forc’d them back upon their strand, For we fought till not a stick would stand Of the gallant Arethusa. And now we’ve driven the foe ashore, Never to fight with Britons more, Let each fill a glass To his fav’rite lass; A health to our captain and officers true, And all that belong to the jovial crew. On board of the Arethusa.

H mouth, which a smile, Devoid of all guile, Half open to view. Is the bud of the rose. In the morning that blows, Impearl’d with the dew.