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SAMUEL.
Talk of hardships! what these are the sailor don't know!
'Tis the soldier my friend that's acquainted with woe,
Long journeys, short halting, hard work and small pay,
To be popt at like pigeons for sixpence a day!—
Thank God! I'm safe quarter'd at Botany Bay.
Talk of hardships! what these are the sailor don't know!
'Tis the soldier my friend that's acquainted with woe,
Long journeys, short halting, hard work and small pay,
To be popt at like pigeons for sixpence a day!—
Thank God! I'm safe quarter'd at Botany Bay.
JOHN.
Ah! you know but little! I'll wager a pot
I have suffer'd more evils than fell to your lot.
Come we'll have it all fairly and properly tried,
Tell story for story, and Dick shall decide.
Ah! you know but little! I'll wager a pot
I have suffer'd more evils than fell to your lot.
Come we'll have it all fairly and properly tried,
Tell story for story, and Dick shall decide.
SAMUEL.
Done.
Done.
JOHN.
Done. 'Tis a wager and I shall be winner;
Thou wilt go without grog Sam to-morrow at dinner.
Done. 'Tis a wager and I shall be winner;
Thou wilt go without grog Sam to-morrow at dinner.
SAMUEL.
I was trapp'd by the Sergeant's palavering pretences,
He listed me when I was out of my senses.
So I took leave to-day of all care and all sorrow
And was drill'd to repentance and reason to-morrow.
I was trapp'd by the Sergeant's palavering pretences,
He listed me when I was out of my senses.
So I took leave to-day of all care and all sorrow
And was drill'd to repentance and reason to-morrow.
