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( 6 ) And on the briny ocean, Men never fought more bold. But on the point of victory, Brave Nelson he was slain. And in the mind of Britions, His death shall long remain, Nineteen sail of the enemies. Were taken and destroy'd. You see the rage of Britions, Are not to be annoyed, In ages yet hereafter, We’ll have it still to tell, The twenty first of October, Our gallant Nelson fell, I hope their wives and children, Will quickly find relief, For the loss of their brave heroes, Their hearts were fill’d with greif. And may our warlike Officers, Aspire to such a fame, And revenge the death of Nelson, Whilst we record his name.

JOHN BARLEYCORN,

OHN Barleycorn is the rarest grain, that e'er was sown in land. It is far better then any other grain, by the turning of our hand. Ladley lal lal, toll, &c. Their came three lords from the North, and swore they were very dry,