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 O then ays Captain Ward, my boys, let's put to ea again, And ee what prizes we can find on the coats of France and Spain. Then we epied a loft hip, a ailing from the wet, She was load with ilks and atins, and cambrics of the bet. The we bore up to her traightway, the thinking no uch thing: We robb'd them of their mercandize, and bade them tell their king Now when our kind he heard of this, his heart was grieved ore, To think his hips could not get pat, as they had done before. Then he caus'd build a worthy hip, a worthy hip of ame, O the Rainbow he was called. and the Rainbow was her name, He rigged her and freighted her, and ent her to the ea With five hundred and fifty mariners, to bear her company. They ailed eat, they ailed wet, but nothing could epy, Until they came to the very , where Captain Ward did lye.