A New Song in Praise of Captain Batty.
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COme my Lads fill up your Glass,
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And never be discouragd,
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Drink about and let it pass,
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We will put them to a Hurry,
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We will make the Rascalds for to know,
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We wil give them many a sudden blow,
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And we will work their overthrow,
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Says Noble Captain Batty.
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Prince William having crost the Line,
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I wish that he may prosper,
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Captain Batty and all his Men,
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Is resolvd to follow after,
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We will give the French many a Bump,
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Likewise the Spaniards Thump for Thump,
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We will make them cry down with a Rump,
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Says Noble Captain Batty.
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When we send forth our Cannon Balls,
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Whe will make them roar like Thunder,
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We will beat down their Castle Walls,
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And then we will to Plunder,
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We will pull all their Popery down,
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Likewise their King upon his Throne,
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All for the Glory of Englands Crown,
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Says Noble Captain Baty
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So Drink a Health to George our King,
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Upon this Just Occasion,
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That we may good Tidings bring,
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All from this Foreign Nation,
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They are of Mischief fully bent,
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They think to make us to Lament,
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But we will make them to Repent,
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Says Noble Captain Batty.
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