?qAVAL SO?q GS. 1123 Beere=hand, my tight lads, e'er we think about sheer- ing, One broadside pour in, should we swim, boys, or drown. But should I be pop'd off, you, my mates, left behind me, Regard my ? wowds, see 'em ?ndly obeyed, Let ?o stone mark the spot, ands my friends, do you mind me, Near the beach is the grave where Will Watch would be laid. Pour Will's yarn was 9[Hln ottt--t?or a bullet next min- ute Laid him low on the deck, and he never spoke more; H/? bold crew fought the brig while a shot remained in it, Then sheeredmand Will's hulk to his Susan they bore. In the dead of the night his last wish was complied with, To few known his grave, and to ?w known his end, He was 5orne to the earth by the crew that he died with, He'd the tears of his Susan s the prayers of ?ach friend. N?ear hi e grave dash'd the billows, tim wind loudly be!ldws,
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'bed W?nere Will Watch, the bold smuggler, that famed law- less feUow, * 0n? feared, now forgot, sleep? in peacs with thin dead. 0,?,?,??Google
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