A New SONG calld HARK to WINCHESTER, or, The
Yorkshire Volunteers Farewell to the good Folks
of Stockton.
Tune, Push about the Jorum.
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YE Stockton Lads and Lasses too,
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Come listen to my story,
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A dismal tale, because its true,
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Ive now to lay before Ye:
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We must away, our Rout is come,
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We scarce refrain from tears, O,
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Shrill shrieks the Fife, rough roars the Drum,
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March, Yorkshire Volunteers, O.
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Fal lal lal la ral.
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Yet ere we part, my Comrades say,
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Come STOCKHORE youre the Poet,
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If ere youd pen a grateful lay,
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Tis now the time to show it;
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Such usage kind in these good Towns,
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Weve met from Age and Youth, Sirs,
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Accept our heart-felt Thanks, and once
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A Poet sings the Truth, Sirs.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Ye Lasses too, of all I see,
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Yere fairest in the Nation,
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Sweet buds of Beautys blooming tree,
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The top of the Creation;
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Full many of our Lads I ween,
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Have got good Wives and true, Sirs,
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I wonder what our Leaders mean,
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They have not done so too, Sirs.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Perhaps,--but hark! the thundring Drum,
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From Love to Arms is beating,
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Our Country calls, we come, we come,
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Great GEORGEs praise repeating;
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Hes great and good, long may he here,
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Reign every Bliss possessing,
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And long may each true Volunteer,
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Behold him Britains blessing.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Our valiant EARL shall lead us on,
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The nearest way to Glory,
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Bright Honour hails her darling Son,
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And Fame records his Story:
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DUNDAS commands upon our Lists
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The second, tho on Earth, Sirs,
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No one hes second to, exists,
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For Courage, Sense and Worth, Sirs.
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Fal lal, etc.
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No venal Muse before your view,
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Next sets a Veteran bold, Sirs,
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The praise to Merit justly due,
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From PAUL she cannot hold, Sirs,
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His Valour oft has bore the test,
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In War hes brisk and handy,
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His private Virtues stand confest,
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In short hes quite the DANDY.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Brave MACKARELL heads his Grenadiers,
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Theyre just the Lads to do it;
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And should the Dons, or lank Monsieurs
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Come here, hell make them rue it.
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Hell roar his Thunder, make them flee,
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With a row, row, row, row, rara,
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And do them oer by Land,--at Sea
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As RODNEY did LANGARA.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Young THOMPSON and his Lads so light
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Of foot, with Hearts of Steel, O,
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His Countrys cause shall nobly fight,
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And make her Foes to feel, O.
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For, shoud the Frog-fed sons of Gaul,
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Come capering a la francois,
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My Lads, said he, well teach them all,
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The Light Bob Country Dance, A.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Our Leaders ALL, so brave and bold,
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Shoud I in Verse recite, A,
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A baggage Waggon woud not hold,
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The Songs that I coud write, A,
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Their Deeds so great, their Words so mild,
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O take our worst Commander,
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And to him Caesar was a Child,
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And so was Alexander.
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Fal lal, etc.
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Such Men as these well follow thro
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The World, and brave all Danger,
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Each Volunteer is firm and true,
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His Hearts to Fear a Stranger;
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Good Folks Farewell, God bless the King,
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With Angels centry oer him,
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Now, Hark! to Winchester, well sing,
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And push about the Jorum.
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Fal lal lal la ral.
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