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The rest of them all lay slain,
Upon the Haughs of Cromdale.
Sing, dandy didle, faty fidle, &c.
Battle of the Nile.
Twas on the forenoon, the first day of August,
One thousand seven hundred and ninety-eight,
We had a long pursuit after the Toulen fleet,
And soon we let them know that we came to fight,
We tried their skill, it was sore against their will,
They knew not what to think of our fleet for a while,
But before the fray began, we resolved to a man,
For to conquer or to die at the mouth of the Nile.
When our guns began to play, with many a loud huzza,
Resolving to conquer, or die like a man,
And when our sails were bending, Old England was depending,
Waiting our return from the Mediterranean.
Our bull-dogs they did roar, & into them did pour,
With rattling broadsides made brave Nelson to smile.
Gallant Nelson gave command, although he'd but one hand,
British sailor's jump'd for joy at the mouth of the Nile.
