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Adam Duncan came next, 'twas in autumn you know,
 Pull away, pull away, so jolly,
That he made big Mynhier strike his flag to a foe,
 Against 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 Duncan he beat a whole Winter at once,
 Pull away, etc
What d'ye think of the land of 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 a stare,
 And land-lock'd even the great Bonaparte,
And we'd beat them again, should their stomachs incline,
 But they're all pretty sick, I've a notion;
Then may victory's sword to the olive resign,
 Pull away, etc.
And peace crown the land in the ocean.

Tho' Howe, Vincent, Duncan and Nelson have told,
 Pull away, pull away, again boys
That our Tars now surpass all the Heroes of old,
 and prov'd themselves true British boys;
French pride was such, thought Ireland a place,
 Fit to send a few Thieves, what a notion!
When Warren they met, were soon in disgrace,
 Pull away, pull away, pull away say
And came Prisoners to the Land in the Ocean.

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CHLOE how BLUBBER'D is thy FACE

Dear Chloe how blubber'd is that pretty face?
 thy cheeks all on fire, and thy hair all uncurl'd!