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 ( 5 ) Some were fhot dead,—fome of them fled, And fome flaid to live on the Ifland. Then a very great War-Man, Call’d BILLY the NORMAN, Cry'd, damn it, I ne'er iiketd my land ; It would be more handy, To leave this Normandy, And live on yon beautiful Islans; Says he, 'tis a fnug little Ifland, Shan't us go vifit this Ifland ? Hop. fkip, and jump—There he was plump. And be kick’d up a duft: in the Ifland,

Yet party deceit. Helped the Normans to beat, Of traitors they manag'd to buy land. By Dane, Sax, or Pict, We ne'er had been kick’d, Had they ftack to the King of the Ifland; Poor Harold the King of the Ifland, He loft both his life and his Ifland, That's very true——What could he do ; Like a Briton ne dy'd for his Ifland. Then the Spanifh Armada, Set out to invadc-a', Quite fare, if they ever came nigh land. They cou’d do no lefs, Than tuck up QUEEN BESS, And take their full fwing in the Ifland ; Oh! the poor Queen of the Ifland, The Dons came to plunder the Ifland ;