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 come next, 'twas in autumn you know,
 * Pull away, pull away, ſo jolly,

That he made big Mynhier ſtrike his ſlag to a foe,
 * Againſt whom all reſiſtance was folly;

And they ſent, as you know, if you're not quite a dunce,
 * But a ſad ſtory home, I've a notion;

So he beat a whole  at once,
 * Pull away, etc

What d'ye think of the land of the ocean?

Now the Frenchmen again have come in for their ſhare,
 * Pull away, pull away, ſo hearty;

For has ſet all the world in a ſtare,
 * And land-lock'd even the great ,

And we'd beat them again, ſhould their ſtomachs incline,
 * But they're all pretty ſick, I've a notion;

Then may victory's ſword to the olive reſign,
 * Pull away, etc.

And peace crown the land in the ocean.

Tho' howe, Vincent, Duncan and Nelſon have told,
 * Pull away, pull away, again boys

That our Tars now ſurpaſs all the Heroes of old,
 * and prov'd themſelves true Britiſh boys;

French pride was ſuch, thought Ireland a place,
 * Fit to ſend a few Thieves, what a notion!

When Warren they met, were ſoon in diſgrace,
 * Pull away, pull away, pull away ſay

And came Priſoners to the Land in the Ocean.

EAR Chloe how blubber'd is that pretty face?
 * thy cheeks all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd!