KEPPEL for ever!
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SMILE, smile, Britannia smile,
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On Admiral Keppel smile,
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Thy darling son:
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With laurels crown his head,
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Go, Fame, his glory spread,
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His name Monsieurs do dread,
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From him they run.
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Goree, th Havannah too,
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Where shot in showers flew,
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Keppel so bold,
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In the midst of the fray,
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He to his men did say,
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Well shew them British play,
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And share their gold.
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Tho hes been false-accusd,
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His character abusd,
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Still hes the thing:
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Keppel, these forty years,
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Has served in the wars,
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Feard neither wounds nor scars,
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For George, his king.
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But Twitcher and his crew,
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I mean his dupe, Sir You,
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Wicked their scheme!
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To try Keppel did call,
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Thro malice, that was all,
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Luci[fer]s pride must fall,
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Like Admral Byng.
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Bonfires, bells did ring,
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Keppel was all the ding,
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Music did play:
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Windows with candles in,
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All for to honour him;
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People aloud did sing,
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Keppel! huzza!
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May he draw his sword again
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In defence of George his king,
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And countrys right:
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On board the Victory
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Again his flag does fly,
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Monsieurs will feel, by and by,
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If he will fight.
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Go, go, thou base Sir You,
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Vice-admral of the Blue,
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Prythee be still:
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O! what a wicked dog,
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To splice the very log!
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Give him, instead of grog,
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A leaden pill.
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