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The next was St Vincent, wito kick'd up a dust,
As the Spaniards can tell, I've a notion,
For they swore not to strike; says he, dam me but you must,
Pull away, &c.
To the laws of the land in the ocean.
Adam Duncun came next, 'twas in autumn you know,
Pull away, pull away so jolly,
That he made big Mynheer 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 Duncun he best whole Winter at once,
Pull away, &c.
What d'ye think of the land in 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 the stare,
And land-lock d the great Bonaparte:
And we'd beat them again, should their stomach incline,
