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 ( 4 ) Nor again ihc ancbor weigh with a Yo, heave ho !

So I fmoke my pipe, and fifg old fongs. For my hoy fhall revenge my wrongs. And my girl fhall breed young Sailors Nobly for to face the foe ! Then to country and Sing, Foes no danger can bring, While the Tars of Old England fing out Yo, heave ho!

THE SNUG LITTLE ISLAND.

DADDY Neptune one day, to Freedom did fay, If ever I live upon dry land, The fpot I fhould hit on. Would be Little Britain ; Says Freedom, why that’s my own Ifland; Oh ! what a fnug little Ifland, A right little tight little Ifland, All the Globe round, none can be found, So happy as this Little Island.

JULIAN CESAR the Roman, Who yielded to no man, Came by water, he could not come by land. And Dane, Pick, and Saxon, Their homes turn’d their backs on. And all for the fake of our Ifland ; Oh ! what a fnug little Ifland, They’d ad have a touch at the Ifland,