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 What’s life, d’ye see, when our liberty’s gone,

much nobler it were for to die,

So now for old Davy, then plung’d in the main,

ev’n the cherub above heav’d a sigh.

So now for old Davy, then plung'd in the main,

e’en the cherub above heav’d a sigh.