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 Our brave Highland Ladies as ſwift as a roe,

They ſcour'd thro' the woods for to bring on their foe;

Othey fought with their broad ſwords & laid by the gun,

And this was the way Martinico was won.

Our ſhips richly laden, come failing along ſhore,

With fine ſilks ar ſugars, and many things more,

We will ſo be enrich'd with this product ſo gay,

And this makes me ſing Martinico for ay.

We have taken the Havannah, believe me it's true,

It lies in large Cuba, next door to Peru:

We have taken many iſlands and many large towns,

At laſt the Manillas and their brave galieons.

God ſave George our King, & Charlotte our Queen,

And ſend them a long and a proſperous reign,

And all our brave Scotchmen that's honeſt and true,

With the brave highland Lads with their bonnets ſo blue.

Sufan I am come to take my leave,

my deareſt dear don't ſigh or grieve;

A letter, love of abſence I've receiv'd,

therefore my deareſt Suſan be not griev'd.

For on the main I will maintain,

King George's right with fward in hand :

My blood I'll ſpil before France ſhould have her will,

{{em{{zil for the honour of Old England.

How can I bear ſuch killing, killing news,

without a flood of melting tears?

Can I the Service of the ſea refuſe?

it ſinks a terror to my tender years.

For now my grief is paſt relief,

and I with grief do you adore,

My heart ſhall break all for your ſsake,

and I ſhall and never ſee you more. {{nop}}