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 Their thirty-two pounders they play’d away faſt,

While our underminers prepar'd for a blaſt:

Which made the old Governor ſurrender at laſt.

It was on Whitſunwedneſday we enter’d their town,

The bells they did ring and the muſic did ſound,

We drank good healths in full flowing bowls,

Succeſs to and all loyal Souls,

And may we bold never be controul’d.

So now to conclude, here's an end to my ſong,

Belliſle is our own and we’ve ſent the French home;

We’ve ſent them to Lewis theſe news for to bring,

That Belliſle is governed by the

Succeſs to his Army and long may he reign.

onfin’d in the houſe till the age of fifteen,

Not a man, but a clown, whom my face had yet ſeen,

An aunt to inſtruct me, a formal old maid,

And I, ſiliy I, believ’d all that ſhe ſaid.

My aunt in the grave, to the town I ſtraight flew,

And instantly fond of its pleaſurea l grew;

The ſparks wait around me wherever I went;

But I, ſilly I, could not gueſs what they meant.

They call’d me a goddeſs, and ſighing declar’d,

That the toaſts of the town were not like me ſo fair:

They vow’d, and they ſwore, and my pity invok’d,

And I, ſilly I, believ’d all that they ſpoke.

They tickl'd my pride, but my heart it was free,

And not one of them all was a conqueſt to me;

'Till young Strephon advanc’d and quickly he taught,

What I, ſilly I, till that moment ne’er thought.

With good breeding and ſenſe his love he did declare,

Not like the vain ſops who before did appear;

His expreſſions were ſweet, and ſprung from his mind,

And I, happy I, to young Strephon was join'd.