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 ( 4 ) This done, the traitor ran away, Lal de ral la de re da lal, And was not beard of for many a day, Fal lal de ral lal de re, Tis hoped vengeance would him take, For his Grace Duke Hamilton's fake, And his laſt exit at Tyburn make. Fal lal de ral lal de re. Capt. Glen's unhappy voyage to New Barbary. THERE was a ſhip and a ſnip of fame, Launch' doſſ the ſtocks, bound to the main With a hundred and fifty briſk young men, Was pick'd' and choſen every one. William Glen was our Captain's name, He was a tall and a briſk young man, As bold a ſailor as e'er went to ſea, And he was bound to New Barbary. The firſt of April when we ſet fail, Bleſt with a ſweet and profp'rous gale, For we were bound to New Barbary, With all our whole ſhip's company. We had not failed a day but two, Till all our whole ſhip's jovial crew, They all fell ſick but ſixty-three, As we went to New Barbary. One night the Captain he did dream, There came a voice which ſaid to him, Prepare you and your company, To-morrow's night you muſt lodge with me.