EBBA 35472
Houghton Library - Hazlitt EC65
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The Love sick Sheperdiss
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COM all you Britsh Genarls, I
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Com all you Beitsh Genarls
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Time for Glorey now is coming on
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The proude insulting Spenierds,
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Would fain deprive our shore
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Of Famious Gibraltor
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Their Batterys and intrenchments they
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Have Fortiefide therefore
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Go Fight with Curige Britons Right for to Restoree
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The Brave Admeral Wager
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That dos no Danger fear sir.
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He finding them for Battle bent
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So Breavely he did Sail sir
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Upon their Aamy he
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His Thundring shoot did play
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They to the Rock for shalter run
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They could not stand the day
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While Drums and Trumpets sweet did sound in Victory
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England was ne'et defeted
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Nor never yet Retretdd
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When Glorious Ann did Rule the Throne
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Things was so well Completed
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Her Noble Genarl bold
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From Vigo brought the Gold
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All to inrich great Brittons Land
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No other pleace must hold
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Oour Taeasure as they us'd to do in days of Old
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Now heres a talke of Battle
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Now here's a talk of Battle
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I wish my true love may be safe
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Where Thundring Cannons Rattle
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God send him to my Arms
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From Wars and loud alarms
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And keep my dereast Jewel safe
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He has ten Thousand Charms
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A Braver lad yet never took up Worlike Arms
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Why will my Jewel Venture
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On Board of ship to Enter
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If Crowns or Kingdoms I could gain
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My love I'd not surender
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Let meaner Hearts go Fight
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For Honour day and Night
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What besness has my love with Wars
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To Robb me of delight
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A Shepeards Life no Wars nor Tumults can affright
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Where little Lambe are Sporting
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And Turtle Doves are Courting
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There With my Jewell I could Dewell
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Blest with the smils of Fortune
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Crown'd with the Rose in Blome
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All in the Month of June
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Drink Healths unto the sheperd
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But if I'm left alone
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I ne'er shall rest untill my Jewell dos come home
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Londob Printed for A. Destrernell neer Clerken Well Enter'd in the stamp Office according
to the late Act of Parliament
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