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Then the joke to clinch,
The midwife on that gay day,
Says yes! within an inch,
For bliſs you 'tis a lady.
Now of this firſt of men,
The wiſdom ſurely sickens;
Whoe'er has got a hen,
Begins to count his chickens;
And ſays with proudeſt ſcorn,
His offſpring shall attack us;
But yet, the child's unborn
That knows the way to whack us.
MARINERS OF ENGLAND.
Ye Mariners of England,
that guard our native ſeas,
Whoſe flag has brav'd a thouſand years,
the battle and the breeze,
Your glorious Standard launch again,
to match another foe,
And ſweep thro' the deep,
while the ſtormy tempeſts blow
While the battle rages long and loud,
And the ſtormy tempeſts blow.
