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 Our country*is our ship d'ye see One night crime on a hurricane Our bugles sang truce for the night e]oud Of all the guests a landlord sees - Ore; vicar still preaches that Peter nd Potde Old Flare was a lawyer so grim Over port, pipe, or snuffbox  - One morn whilst ! was brewing - Oh listen a while to poor Dickey Scragg Oh, no! we never mention her - Oh, ye.s! I love to mention her ... -. Oh! think not I am false as air -,b - Oh[ say not woman's love is bought Oft in the stilly night o - Oh*. slumber my darling .... Oh, swiftly glides the bonny sleigh = Our cot was shelter'd by a wood. - - Oh, softly sleep my baby boy - Pardon nqw the bold outlaw - ]o.or Joe the Marine - - - Pobr Savage compared a lost friend to the eye Poor Joe the miller 1ov'd good ale - - Pale faces stand-by - - - Pat fell sick upon a time - - - Roy's wife of AMivailoch .... See Decatur, our hero, returns to the WesJ - Should auld acquaintance be forgot, (Lafayette) Sols wha has wi' Wallace bled S/r/k up*. .strike up! Scottish minstrels - Sound Pibroch sound, on each fiameolitghed scaur Silent, Oh Moyle; be the roar of thy water Swift from the covert the merry park fled - Stand to your guns my hearts of oak - Soupd the alarm! the foe is come - - See our oars with feather'd spray - Sleep gentle lady .....

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