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 Her men are staunch

To their fav'rite launch, And when the foe shall meet our fire, Sooner than strike, we'll all expire

On board of the Arethusa.

��'Twas with the spring fleet she went out The English Channel to cruise about, When four French sail, in show so stout

Bore down on the Arethusa. The famed Belle Poule straight ahead did lie, The Arethusa seemed to fly,

Not a sheet, or a tack,

Or a brace, did she slack ; Though the Frenchman laughed and thought it

stuff, But they knew not the handful of men, how tough,

On board of the Arethusa.

On deck five hundred men did dance, The stoutest they could find in France; We with two hundred did advance

On board of the Arethusa. Our captain hailed the Frenchman, 'Ho! ' The Frenchman then cried out 'Hallo! '

'Bear down, d'ye see,

To our Admiral's lee ! '

'No, no,' says the Frenchman, 'that can't be! ' 'Then I must lug you along with me,'

Says the saucy Arethusa.

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