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By some help I got in, where I rock'd all the night ;
But when day broke, my rest broke, with terrible
fright.
" Up hammocks, down chests," was roar'd out from
each part,
» Here's a French ship in sight," up and down went
my heart.
To a gun I was staticn'd, they cried with an oath,
To pull off his breeches, unmuzzle his mouth ;
They took ofFthe apron that cover'd his tad,
And his leading-strings gave to poor Patrick O'Neal,
Then our thick window-shutiers we pull'd up with
speed,
And we run out our bull-dogs of true British breed:
The captain cry'd England and Ireland, my boys—
When he mention'd old Ireland, my heart made a
noise.
Then the nose of our gun did the Frenchman defy ;
They clapt fire on his back, and bid him let fly :
Such a crack ! — made me jump, though I held by
the tail j
But the creature leap'd back, knock'd down Pat-
rick O'Neal.
Then we rattled away, by my soul, hob or nob,
Till the Frenchman gave up, as he thought, a bad
job.
Then to tie him behind, a large cord did they bring,
And we led him along, like a pig in a string.
Then away to Old England we brought the French
boy —
Oh, the sight of the land made me sea-sick with
joy •
So they made a fresh peace, when the war grew too
stale,
And set all hands adrift, with poor Patrick O'Neal

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