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SONG.
Sung in the musical 'entertainment of 'The agreeable Surprize
Thus, thus, my boys, our anchor's weigh'd,
See Britain's glorious flag display 'd !
Unfurl the swelling sail !
Sound, sound your shells, ye Tritons sound !
Let every heart with joy rebound !
We scud before the gale.
See, neptune quits his wat'ry car,
Depos'd by Jove's decree,
Who hails a free-born British tar
The sov'reign of the sea. •
Now, now we leave the land behind,
Our loving wives, and sweethearts kind,
Perhaps to meet no more !
Great George commands ; it must be so j
And glory calls ; then let us go !
' Nor sigh a wish for shore.
For Neptune, &c.
A sail a-head, our decks we clear ;
Our canvass croud ; the chace we near,
. In vain the Frenchman flies !
A broadside pour'd thro' clouds of smoke,
Our Captain roars, 'My hearts of oak !
Now Draw and board our prize.'
For Neptune &c.
The scuppers run with Gallic gore !
The white rag struck, Monsieur no m ore
Disputes the British sway.
A prize ! we tow her into port*
And hark ! salutes from every fort !
Huzza! my souls, huzza!
For Neptune, &c\

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