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 Of prizes rich we'll ſweep the flood,
 * can Britiſh Tars wiſh more?

And when from driving Bourbon's fleet,
 * victorious we arrive,

With muſic, dance, and jovial treat,
 * to pleaſe our girl, we'll ſtrive;

Both Spanish river and French gold,
 * Which count in plenty o'er,

Which we have won, my ſhipmates bold,
 * can British Tars wiſh more?

{{block center| {{di|T}}O beauty born a willing ſlave,
 * a merry happy man,

I fight the nymph I cannot have,
 * and {{illegible|dirt}} on thoſe I can.

Chor: This constant maxim ſtill I hold,{ {{gap|4em}}to baffle all deſpair {{gap|3em}}The {{illegible|howard}}, ugly are and old, {{gap|4em}}the kind are young and fair.

The women would no more perplex,
 * We're med reſolv'd and free.

Soft ſmiles become the charming ſex,
 * {{illegible|n pousing}} Miſs for me.

In wedlock's bands if e'er I join,
 * good humor be my guide,

Let dimpled ſmiles and love be mine,
 * I'll laugh at female pride. }}