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6 Thro’ the haze of the night a bright flash now appearing. Oh ! oh ! cries Will Watch, the Philistine bear down : Bear a hand, mv tight lads; ere we think abo sheering. One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys or drown.

But should I be popp'd off, you, my mates, left behind me, Regard my last words, see ’em kindly obey’d ; Bet no stone mark the spot; and my friends, do you mind me, Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would he laid Poor Will’s yarn was spun out, for a bullet ne** minute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spotted more. His bold crew fought the brig while a shot re- mained in it ; Then sheer'd and Will's hulk to his Susan th** bore.

In the dead of the night his last wish was com- plied with ; To few known his grave, and to few known end : He was borne to the earth by the crew that died with ;