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But fnug in her hive,— The Queen was alive, And buz was the word at the Ifland.

Thefe proud puff'd up Cakes, Thought to make Ducks and Drakes Of our wealth; but they hardly could fpy bund. E'er our DRAKE had me luck, To make their pride duck And ftoop to the lads of the Ifland ; Huzza! for the Lads ot the Ifland, The good wooden walls of the Ifland, Devil or Don,-—Let 'em come on, But, how would they come off at the Ifland?

I don't wonder much, That the French and the Dutch, Have fince been often tempted to try land. And I wonder much lefs, They have,met no fuccefs, For why fhould we give up om Ifland! Oh ! his a wonderful Ifland, All of them long for the Ifland Hold a bit there, (let'em)— Take fire and air, But we’ll have the Sea and the Ifland.

Then, lince FREEDOM and NEPTUNE, Hitherto kept June, In each faying, This fhall he my land. Should the Army of England, Or all they could bring, land. We'd fhow tnem fome play for the Ifland; We’d fight for our right to the Ifland, We’d give them enough of the Ifland,