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 The landlord beholding, approach'd from afar,

And ſneaking behind, ſeiz'd the hands of the tart

I've got him, ſays he, but he ſcarce could ſay more,

There he found his dull pate, where his feet were before.

Then frowning, Jack flouriſh'd his truſty old ſtick,

And laid on his broadſides, ſo  ſaſt and ſo thick;

He ſo well play'd his part, in a minute that four,

Lay ſpranling along with their hoſt on the floor. etc.

The reſt being diſmay'd at their countrymen's fare,

Each fearing Jack's ſtick would alight on his pate,

Soon yielded him victor, and lord of the main,

With humble intreaty to bury their ſlain. &c.

To which he conſented, but order'd that they,

For the beef, and the pudding, and porter ſiould pay,

So ſaying, he ſtagger'd away to his wench,

Still whooping & crying, down, down with the French.

Derry down, down, hey derry down

Thanks be to Providence that made us ſo ſmile,

We can boaſt of conquering the French at Belliſie

We have ta'en Pondicherry in the Bay of Bengal,

But now Martinico is the beſt of them all.

We have taken Cap-Briton, beſides that, Quebec

And likewiſe Montreal it ſtands cloſe by the Lake:

We have taken Fort St. Lucca it ſtands by Senegal,

But now Martinino is the beſt of them all

Brave Monkton commanded our forces on ſhore,

And Rodney on the ſeas made his cannons to roar:

We made them to ſurrender for all their great boaſts,

And now they lament Martinico is loſt.

Our brave Britiſh heroes none can then withſtand,

When bravely commanded they'll fight heart & hand;

When bullets were a flying, O we boldly match'd on,

And this makes us ſing Mattinico's our own.