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Wliile she held up her greedy gabj
Just like an amous dish.
Ilk smack still, did crack still,
Just like a cadger's whup,
Then staggering an' swaggering
He roar'd this ditty up—
AIR.
TUNE...Soldier'sjfoyi
I am a son of Mars, who have been in many wars$
And show my cuts and scars wherever I come ;
This here was for a wench, and that other in a trench*
When welcoming the French at the sound of the
drum*
Lai de daudle, &c.
My prentiship I past, where my leader breath'd his
last,
When the bloody dye was cast on the heights of
Abramj
I serv'd out my trade when the gallant game was
play'd,
And the Moro low was laid at the sound of the drum*
Lai de daudle, 8cc.
I lastly Was with Curtis, among the floating batt'jies^
And there I left for witness an arm and a limb ;
Yet let my country need me, with Elliot to head
me,
I'd clatter on my stumps at the sound of a drum.
* Lai de daudle, &c.
And now, tho* I must oeg with a wooden arm and
leg.
And many a tatter'd rag hanging over my bitm 5
$

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