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When like brave Wolfe he sunk to rest, I die in peace the hero cry’d !! Since Britains foes are still defy’d ! Now haughty Gaul in fable mourns. Since Neptune all her projects spurns. And poor Castile in grief may greet. Betray'd by fame she's lost her fleet. Tho’ Britain wailes her hero s fate. Her Wooden Walls defend the state: Then drink a health, to Nelson's Crew, Brave British Tars, are staunch and true. The palm of victory they'll maintain!! And ride triumphant o'er the main : !

My dauntless sailor Laddie.

THE BOAST OF OLD GAUL.

NOW Frenchmen do threat, Us Britons to meet, With presumption up. n our own coast ; Our Land to invade, Our masters to be made, Is blood thirsty Gallia’s proud boast.

CHORUS,

Then Britons, to arms ;

Shield your country from all harms

And pour vengeance tenfold on the foe: