A New Touch of the Times. a SONG.
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O Drink, drink and never giae oer,
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Drink my brave Boys as I said before,
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The French they have sent us a fresh supply,
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And swear they will drink Old England dry.
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But now they are landed the Truth you may think,
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The Devil shad have them before they shall drink.
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Our Cannons shall thunder, our Bullets shall fly,
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Before they shall drink Old England dry.
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We care not a fig for the best of them all,
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We will supply ou[r] Army with Powder and Ball,
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We will soon make them and their Forces to fly,
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Before they shall drink old England dry.
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Come all you brave Soldiers and Sailors so bold,
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That will venture your Lives for Silver and Gold,
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For now is the Time your Valour to try,
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That they never may drink old England dry.
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It is but a Folly to hecter and boast,
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For we hope that old England will still Rule the Roast,
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And make them be glad away for to fly,
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They never shall drink old England dry.
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Theres tho valiant Duke of fame and renown,
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He will stand true to the Church and the Crown,
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And make all its Enemies away for to fly,
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Before they can drink old England dry
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Old England is loyal we do understand,
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They have raisd the Militia and all the trainbands,
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With a full Resolution our King to stand by,
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They never can drink old England dry.
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And if we should meet with their fleet on the Seas,
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They well may expect they shall have little Ease,
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We will take, burn and sink them, and make em to fly
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They never shall drink old England dry.
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When first that he Landed unto them he said,
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If Scotland would receive him no tax should be paid,
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But we will not believe him for fear he should lie,
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They never can drink old England dry.
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Let us drink a Health to the Church and the Crown,
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And send us much strength to pull Popery down,
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For our Church and our King well fight till we die,
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They never shall drink Old England dry.
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