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His feet scarce on deck, when by danger surrounded,
the ship Royal George to the deep was consign’d,
Brave Kempenfelt sunk, and my Henry confounded;
by death’s near approach, to his fate was resign’d.
In so noble a ship a commander so brave,
the nation had cause her sad loss to deplore,
And the hundreds of souls overwhelm’d by the waves,
claim’d the tears of their widows on shore;
But Henry my love, my dear Henry to me,
as a nation was all my heart could deplore;
But a victim he’s fall’n to the turbulent sea,
and his faithful fond Nancy can ne’er see him more.
If e’er I do WELL 'tis a WONDER.
WHen I was a young lad, my fortune was bad,
if e’er I do well ’tis a wonder;
I spent all my means, on whores, bawds, and queens,
then I got a commission to plunder.
Fal all de rall, &c.
The hat I have on so greasy is grown,
remarkable ⟨'tis⟩ for it’s shining;
'Tis stitch'd all about, without button or loop,
and never a bit of a lining. &c.
The coat I have on, so thread-bare is grown,
so out at the arm-pits and elbows,
That I look'd as absurd as a sailor on board,
that has lain fifteen months in the bilboes. &c.
My shirt it is tore both behind and before,
the colour is much like a cinder;
'Tis so thin and so fine, that it is my design,
to present it to the muses for tinder. &c.
