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6 My dear, I’m drawn

To the Militia:

In the Town of Aberdeen

I muft appear this day,

There are many a valiant man

Along with me to join;

Come let us drink a health

to Great George our King.

See how we all will fight,

And its all for Britain’s glory:

Fighting will be our delight,

either by land or sea,

We will let the French to know,

And that to their sad woe,

The sons of bold Britain

never conquered shall be.

Come along brave boys,

See how the wars call on us,

Hark how our drums do beat,

and trumpets sweetly blow: