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 fisher lads get nought but brass, Well love I the sailor laddies, because I am a sailor's lass. With his, &c.

My Jamie bold won't be controul'd, or who dare him put upon? For Britain's right he’ll boldly fight, My Jamie with his trousers on. &c.

For he's a stout and valiant Sailor; now he's sailing on the main; He will bring home gold and treasure, now he’s fighting France and Spain. &c.

In hot battle where guns rattle, he will boldly lead the van; And will make the Monsieurs rattle, and punish that perfidious band. &c

May guardian angels now attend him, and keep him from his enemy; And from all dangers still defend him, and return him safe to me.

With his sparkling eyes, fine b'ackblack [sic] eyes, he rattles to me like a drum, Play to me that new found jig, play Jamie with his trousers on.





WERE I oblig’d to beg my bread, And had not where to lay my head, I’d creep where yonder fl cksflocks [sic] do feed, And steal a look at somebody.