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Powder monkey Peter

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          POWDER MONKEY

              PETER.

Printed and sold by J. Jennings, No. 15,
Water-lane, Fleet Street, London.

BORN aboard a man of war,
Pipe all hands with a yeo ! ho !
I have sail'd both near and far,
With a yeo ! ho ! yeo !
A sailor's life's the life for fame,
So none to me is sweeter ;
And what d'ye you think I'm called by name,
Why little saucy Powdur Monkey Peter.
[Speaking.]—I'm little, but I'm tough like a ban-
tam cock, and I crow over all the boys in the ship.
                                          With a yeo, &c.

When the waves heave mountains high,
Pipe all hands, &c.
Up the rigging I can fly,
With a yeo, &c.
And in calm can dance and sing,
What pleasure can be sweeter
And toast the health of George our King,
Can little saucy Powder Monkey Peter !
[Speaking.]—To be sure I got into a little mischief
now and then ; I sweetened the purser's flip, t'other
day with a quid of tobacco, so I got a round dozen.
                                          With a yeo, &c.

When the foe in sight appears,
Pipe all hands, &c.
Ev ry man for fight prepares,
With a yeo, &c.
And then the foe he strikes, d'ye see,
No sight sure can be sweeter ;
And what he must strike, you'll agree
With little saucy Powder Monkey Peter.
[Speaking.]—We boarded a Frenchman last voy-
age, and I came along side of a French Powder
Monkey, " Marbleu," says he, " True Blue," says
I, popp'd him into an ammunition barrel, and smo-
thered him in his own gunpowder,
                                          With a yeo, &c.

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