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 In the front of the battle array,

they cruize from their honoured station,

For vict’ry they will lead the way,

to Monsieur’s mortification.

Then Monsieur come if you dare, &c.

The ancient South of Wales,

Morgan, and the Cock of Carmarthen;

And Taffey cries Cot splut her nails,

for a file bid ashue to hur Matam.

Hur's ready with hur sword and gun,

to give Monsieur a good threshing.

Till the last drop of hur blood is run,

hur will die before hur will be beaten.

Then Monsieur come if you dare, &c.

Says Sandy, if I stay at hame,

may the curse of my country attend me,

Says Jamie, if thou go alane,

may the heavens never befriend me ;

For my king and my country I'll fight,

so long as fighting’s in fashion,

The and  shall unite,

to give Monsieur a good threshing, &c.

Hark o’er, and far away,

how the merry bagpipes are whistling,

The bonny and gay,

they run for their share of the tilting ;

To the Western waves they are bound,

where a deal of deep seas will affright ’em,

Where both French and Spaniards are found,

but with good heart & courage we'll fight’em.

Then Monsieur come if you dare, &c.