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[ 5 ] The DESCRIPTION of a MAN of WAR.

FAREWEL and adieu, ſince I muſt leave you, I am preſs'd for to plow on the ocean I am preſs'd for to go and fight the proud foe, which may be means o: my farther promotion.

Our ſhip is well mann'd all things at command, our cannon hall rattle like thunder; O, we make a ſad ſhirt our topſails to reef, our ſhip keep ap aud the ſea to keep under.

Our great guns ſhall roar along the French ſhore, and the echoes ſhall ſound thro the city; And when that my dear, thoſe things you do hear, I hope your heart will be mov'd with pity.

Our main maſt does ſway, our rudder gives way, whilst we're oblig'd to endure their growling. On Captain he calls, the boatſwain he bawls, for the ſeamen to land by the bowling.

Our clue lines all mann'd, our topſails to have to lay by in caſe of hard weather: Our mainſail is lurid, no nation in the world, ever saw ſuch undaunted tarpallians together.

Our helm is laſh'd a-iee, while we poor ſailors be obliged for to balance the mizen; Expecting each ſea our graves for to be. to sake us all out of this tan floating priſon.

When ſtorms do ariſe which darkens the ſkies, it occaſions the ſoaming of billows; O, we ſcarce diſcern the head from the ſtern, we've nothing but death & deſtruction before us.