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Our labours are o'er,
Our barns in full store,
Now swell with rich gifts of the land,
Then let each man take
His prone and rake,
With his can and his lass in his hand.
What mortal can be,
So happy as we,
In innocent pastime and mirth,
While this we carouse,
With our sweetheat's and spouse,
And rejoice o'er the fruits of the earth.
Thundering Roaring Guns.
Gentlemen all come liſten to my merry ſong,
Tis of the noble (illegible text) Foudroyant,
The braveſt engagement that ever was ſeen,
Was by a Britiſh Ship in the bay of Cartbagene,
Chor. Where was thundering and roaring,
(illegible text) and roaring.
Where was thundering and roaring guns,
Thundering and roaring guns
So clear was the morning and glorious the day,
As we were a cruiſing in Cartbagene bay
Five ſail of the French we chanc'd for to meet,
Came bearing down direct'y upon the Britiſh fleet.
With their thundering and roaring, &c.
Then our admiral gave the ſignal for to chace,
When courage appear'd in each Briton's face:
