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Trees may bud, and birds may sing,
Flowers may bloom and verdure spring
Joy to me they canna bring,
Unless wi' thee, my dearie 0.
The Fourteenth of April.
On the fourteenth day of April,
as you might hear them say,
Our goodly ship we launched,
upon that very day
Bound for the stormy ocean,
where thundering cannons roar,
We left our parents weeping,
all on our native shore.
Like lions bold undaunted
we bore away to sea
Nothing we could espy, brave boys
til early the next day;
About the hour of ten o'clock,
a Danish ship we spied,
Stand to your guns my hearts of oak,
our noble captain cried.
Each man unto his quarters,
so quickly did (illegible text)
We knocked down our cabins,
and swept our decks quite clear
Then we engaged that privateer,
till once we bore away.
