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Magical Abraham Newland,
Tho' Justice ’tis known can see thro' a mill-stone,
She can’t see thro’ Abraham Newland.

Your Partriots who bawl, for the good of us all,
And, good souls, like mushrooms they strew land,
But tho' loud as a drum, each proves Orator Mum,
If attack’d by stout Abraham Newland.

O, Abraham Newlandǃ
Invincible Abraham Newland,
No argument's found in the world half so sound,
As the logic of Abraham Newland.

The French say they’re coming, but surely they’re humming:
We know what they want, if they do land,
But we’ll make their ears ring, in defence of our King
Our country, and Abraham Newland.

O, Abraham Newlandǃ
Excellent Abraham Newland!
No tri-colour’d elf, nor the devil himself,
Shall rob us of Abraham Newland.

The Sailor's Adieu.

The topsails shiver in the wind,
The sh:p she casts to sea;
But yet my soul, my heart, my mind,
Are Mary, moor’d with thee:
For tho’ thy sailor’s bound afar,
Still love shall be his leading star.