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6 In vain did Bruces Boat,

Our Squadron he would conquer.

Or ele to Davie's locker,

Each Brith tar hould go;

But when we came upon them,

At ea, or yet at anchor.

Brave Nelon with a broadide,

Cried what cheer ho?

Soon thunders roll'd from ide to ide,

Poor Galics blood betain'd the tide.

For Britih tars trick home,

When e'er they meet the foe.

The Blood o'er flowed our decks,

(Our hips lay as wrecks.

Our tars each other hailing,

Crying what cheer ho?

But when thoughts came a-cros me

About weet Poll, my Partner,

Whom I had left a obbing

Becaue I needs mut go.

A hot from ome d———d frenchman

Came thro' our larboard quarter,

And truck of both my pins,

And cried what cheer ho?

This like a hull dimated.

While the hot action lated,

A bleeding on the platform,

I anxious lay below.