THE
Distracted French King:
WITH
An Account of his Raving Fit against his Coward-
ly Sea-Commission-Officers, for suffering the total Destruc-
tion of his powerful Fleet
Tune is, Let Mary Live Long. Licensed according to Order.
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FRench Admirals all,
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Whom I have intrusted,
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Behold I'm disgusted,
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Your glory will fall
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as well as my own,
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For our Enemies they
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Now have gotten the day,
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and Victory won;
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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Rogues, what have you done?
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Five Millions of Gold,
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With Silver at pleasure,
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A large sum of Treasure
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I gave you, behold,
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To Bribe their Trustees,
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You have waste[d] the same,
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And return'd home with shame
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Now where shall I run?
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You've lost my great Navy,
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You've lost my great Navy,
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Rogues, what have ye done?
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A powerful Fleet,
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Captains in Commission,
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With stout Ammunition,
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And yet to be beat,
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This makes me run mad,
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Such a Cowardly crew,
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Sure the world never knew,
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What presently run,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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Rogues, what have ye done?
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You solemnly swore
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You'd raise my promortion,
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By sailing the Ocean;
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Beside what is more,
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the Jacobites all
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That in England are,
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Would for Lewis declare,
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And yet could you run,
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You've lost m[y] whole Navy,
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You've lost [m]y whole Navy,
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Rogues, what have you done?
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Besides I'm afraid
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Of what is ensuing,
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It will prove Ruin
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My Land they'll invade,
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And where am I then?
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What they gain is their own,
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Royal Scepter and Throne,
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Then where shall I run,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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Rogues, what you done?
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We threatned them first,
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But O that false Devil,
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The Author of Evil,
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Let him be accurst,
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For failing his Friend,
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Go together like Sots,
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You have Ruin'd my Plots,
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And Cowardly run,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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You've lost my whole Navy,
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Rogues, what have ye done.
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I never shall have
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The Courage or Power
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That Land to devour,
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What could you not save
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My stout Men of war?
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But let them be burn'd,
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O to Ashes they turn'd
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My dear Rising Sun,
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And spoil'd my dear Navy,
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And spoil'd my dear Navy,
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Ah! what have ye done.
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With torment opprest,
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My stout heart is breaking,
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And Throne likewise shaking
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They'll seize with the rest
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my Kingdom and Crown,
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On my Fleet of defence
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That should keep them from hence
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I cannot depend,
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The Devil plays booty,
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The Devil plays booty,
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And Ruins his Friend.
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