To its own proper Tune
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COme all brave Boyes oth Caping
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This staitly Vessel well invade,
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Well pin her Cargo to her Load,
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No Quarters well afford her:
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But standing Stout is still brave Fate,
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Altho our Seas be rough of late.
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Come Helm-a-lee and low your Top.
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Ile lay my Life Ill board her.
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The first Attempt may prove in vain,
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Altho it be neither Blot nor Stain;
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For the Brave may lose as well as gain,
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Well do it with Bravados:
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Well wheel about, and undertake
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To bord her under Quarter-deck,
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With Blunderbush and ported Pick
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And with two Hand Granados,
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Cheer up anone, your mad to think
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That your in danger for to Sink,
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But with Broadside closs to her clink,
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Deal Thumps and turn all over;
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Your Bline may split upon her Stars,
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If you receive no greater Harm,
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your Hearts being warm
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Then a Cup of Brandy,
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will soon that loss recover,
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I have been at the Caping Trade.
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And Forraign Blood I oft have shed;
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But it is true what of Old was said,
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True honours got by Danger.
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Ill stay at home put up my Pick,
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No Prizes more will to me stick;
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For a stately Vessels beat me back,
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Im sures was in all England.
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Declining dayes comes one a pace,
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How dare I look my Enemy in th Face,
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When I came off with great Disgrace;
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For lake of store of Powder?
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My Ammunitions spent and gone,
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My little Guns scarce half foot long,
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And two little Balls are scarce worth one.
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So Im no more for Boarding,
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All you that Caping take in hand.
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See that your Men they stout do stand,
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The Souldiers all at your Command,
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To fire at once make ready,
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Stand to it then for evermore,
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See that your Loss be not before;
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Stile first a Gun to the Cabine Door;
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Faint heart neer wan fair Lady.
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