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Some drank the King, some his brave ships,
And some the constitution;
Some, may the French, and all such rips,
Yield to British resolution;
That fate might bless
Some Poll or Bess,
And that they soon might hail her;
But the standing, &c.
Some drank the Prince, and some our land,
This glorious land of freedom;
Some that our tars may never want
Heroes brave to lead 'em;
That she who's in
Distress may find
Such friends who ne'er will fail her;
But the standing, &c.
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NOW HOPE, NOW FEAR.
A Duet. Music composed by Braham.
Now hope, now fear, my bosom rending,
Alternate bid cach other cease;
Soon shall death, my terrors ending,
Calm each transient thought to peace.
Hark! a murmuring sound, repeating
Every stifled sigh, I hear!
What can set this bosom beating?
Alas! 'tis mingled hope and fear.
Now they cease! this way retiring,
And all is awful silence round.
Ah! sure those notes, dear maid, were thine
The eehoing sounds alone were mine.
'Tis her voice that meets my ear:--
Say, where art thou, whose voice I hear'
Oh! quickly speak,-no longer roam,-
To give thee liberty I come.
Soft love, 'tis I; relief is near,--
Where art thou now? I'm here.
This way advance, and you are free--
This way to light and liberty.
