Captain Gordon's Welcome Home,
a New Song in Praise of his taking the
French Privateers, and a Rich prize.
A New Song, To an Excellent New Tune.
Hark I hear the Cannons Roar.
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NOW Brave Captain Gordon's come,
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And brought more Prizes with him home
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Let's Drink a Cup full to the brim,
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In a Health to Captain Gordon,
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Because where ever he appears,
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He clears Our Coasts of Privateers,
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Makes Merchant Ships Trade without fears
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Through out the Northern Ocean.
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Since he his Commission got,
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He's prov'd a Stout and Valiant Scot:
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Let every one then Drink a Pot
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In a Health to Captain Gordon:
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Because where ever he appears,
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He clears Our Coasts of Privateers
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Make Merchant Ships Trade without fears,
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Through out the Northern Ocean.
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Now Albion, I say Rejoice,
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Lift up your long dejected Voice,
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And with a brave Melodious Voice
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In praise of Captain Gordon;
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Who does dispell Our Clouds of Fears,
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And saves Our Ships from Privateers;
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Who brings into Our Lothian Peers.
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From th' North Meall in Abundance.
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French Privateers dare not appear,
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To put Our Coasts into a steer,
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Our Meal Barks they dare not come near,
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Because of Our Brave Gordon;
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So that Malt and Meal do both abound,
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Therefore let their Healths go Merrily round
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And sing their Praise with a joyful sound,
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That Sail with Captain Gordon.
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Come all who wish old Scotland well,
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Glad Tydings I shall to you tell,
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Of late upon our Coast besel,
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By means of Captain Gordon.
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Great and Rich Prizes are brought here,
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Besides a second Privateer,
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Whose Value plainly doth appear
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To be near half a Million
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Of Sterling pounds. so that I hope.
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We'r almost alike with the English Fop,
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Who did our Africk Annandale stop,
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Into the Southern Ocean;
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Let's therefore in good Wine and Beer,
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Drink a Health both far and near,
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Not only this but every year:
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To Our Brave Captain Gordon.
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Take courage then brave Scottish Men,
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Fear not the threats of the Southern,
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Although you were but one to ten,
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You'r able them to order.
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Let Zeal then for your Country's good,
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Add to your Valour and Manhood,
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You need not fear that Englands Flood,
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Dare venture on your Border.
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The time now seems for to approach,
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When Scotland shall come off in Coach,
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And those that on her do incroach:
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Be driven into Confusion:
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Let us then no more then Subject be,
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Unto proud England's Monarchie,
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Nor made Slaves by their Tyrannie
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In suffering their Intrusion.
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Too, too long we have silent been,
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Too many abuses have we seen,
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Since Our King did Succeed their Queen;
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And both Lands made an Union.
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Yet England still to Scotland broke.
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In every thing they undertook,
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Designing to keep's under Yoak
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And void of their Communion.
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Now since that Heaven hath set us free
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Strive to maintain your Libertie.
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And suffer no more slaverie
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But let's unite together,
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With Heart and Hand firmly to Stand,
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In defence of this Ancient Land
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That they may you no more command,
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Who would deceive their Brother.
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So shall we live in joy and peace,
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And happy make Our future race
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That it may be told in each place,
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Scotland Renews Her Honour,
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By keeping close to our Ancient Right,
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And Liberty, with all her might.
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While Sun and Moon do give their Light
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Let Scots Men shew their Valour.
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