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 Molly dear, I'll always mind you,

The more I leave you here behind me,

But if I live, at my returning,

In raptures I will eaſe your mourning.

Love farewel, darling farewel,

We are all for parting, love farewel.

O M E ye lads who wiſh tó ſhine,

bright in future ſtory,

Haſte to arms, and form the line,

that leads to marchal glory.

Charge the muſquet, paint the lance,

brave the worſt of dangers,

Tell the bluſtring ſons of France,

that we to fear are ſtrangers.

Britain when the Lion's rouz'd,

and her flag is rearing,

Always find her ſons diſpos'd

to drub the foe that's daring.

Charge the mufquet, &c.

Hearts of Oak with ſpeed advance,

pour your naval thunder,

On the trembling ſhores of France,

and ſtrike the world with wonder.

Charge the muſquét, &c.