Land in the Ocean/The Land in the Ocean
THE LAND IN THE OCEAN.
In the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war,Pull away, pull away, yo ho, there,Stands an island surpassing all others by far,If you doubt it, you've only to go there:By Neptune 'twas built on freedom's firm base,And for ever 'twill last, I've a notion;All the world I defy to produce such a place,Pull away, pull away, pull away, pull I say,As the snug bit of land in the ocean.
From the opposite shore, puff'd with arrogant pride,Pull away, pull away so cleverThey ve oft swore as how they would come along side,And destroy the poor island for ever;But Britannia is made of such durable stuff,And so tightly she's rigg'd I've a notion,She'd soon give the saucy invaders enough,Pull away &c.If they touch at the land in the ocean.
There was Howe, ever bold in the glorious cause,Pull away, pull away, so stout, boys,Who gained on the first of June such applause,And Monsieur he put to the rout boys; The next was St Vincent, who kick'd up a dust,As the Spaniards can tell, I've a notion, For they swore not to strike; says he, dam'me but you must,Pull away, &c.To the lads of the land in the ocean.
Adam Duncun came next, 'twas in autumn you know,Pull away, pull away so jolly,That he made big Mynheer strike his flag to a foeAgainst whom all resistance was folly,And they sent, as you know, if you're not quite a dunce,But a sad story home, I've a notion;So Duncun he best whole Winter at once,Pull away, &c.What d'ye think of the land in the ocean?
Now the Frenchmen again have come in for their share,Pull away, pull away, so hearty,For Nelson has set all the world in the stare,And land-lock d the great Bonaparte:And we'd beat them again, should their stomach incline,But they're all pretty sick I've a notion; Then may victory's sword to the olive resign,Pull away, &cAnd peace crown the land in the ocean.