PAUL JONES,
A New SONG.
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Of heroes and Statesmen Ill just mention four,
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That cannot be matchd, if we trace the world oer,
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For none of such fame ever stept oer the stones,
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As G--n, Jemmy Twitcher, Lord N--th & Paul Jones.
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Thro a mad-headed war, which old England will rue,
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At London, at Dublin, and Edinburgh too,
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The tradesmen stand still, and the merchant bemoans
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The losses he meets with, from such as Paul Jones.
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Contractors about this bold rebel harangue,
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And swear if they catch him the traitor theyll hang;
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But mongst these devourers of ten per cent. loans,
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Are full as great robbers as any Paul Jones.
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How happy for England, would Fortune but sweep
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At once all her treacherous foes to the deep;
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For the land under burthens most bitterly groans,
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To get rid of some that are worse than Paul Jones.
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To each honest heart that is Britains True friend,
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In bumpers Ill freely this toast recommend,
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May Paul be converted, the Ministry purgd,
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Old England be free, and her enemies scourgd.
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If success to our fleets be not quickly restord,
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The Leaders in office to shove from the board,
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May they all fare alike, & the Deil pick the bones
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Of G--n, Jemmy Twitcher, L--d N--th, & Paul Jones
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