[Bold Sawyer.]
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COme all ye jolly sailors, with courage stout and bold
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Come enter with bold Sawyer, he'll cloath you all in gold.
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Repair on board the Old Nassau,
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As fine a ship as e'er you saw,
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We'll make the French to stand in awe,
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She's mann'd with British boys.
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Commander Kepple with his good design,
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Commanded the squadron, five sail of the line.
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The Prince Edward of forty guns,
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The Firedrake and Furnace bombs,
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To take Goree, it must be done
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By true British boys,
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The 29th of October from Spithead we set sail,
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Kind Neptune convey'd us with a sweet and pleasant gale,
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So steering on the Barbary shore
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Distance about ten leagues or more,
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The wind at west aloud did roar,
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Stand by ye British boys.
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So steering on the lee-shore until the break of day,
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We spy'd a lofty sail on the Barbary shore to lay,
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In great distress she seem'd to be,
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Her guns all overboard she threw,
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Which prov'd the Litchfield for to be,
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With all her British boys.
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The wind blowing hard we could give them no relief,
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A stretching on the lee-shore we toucht at Teneriff.
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So Watering the ships at Santa Cruz,
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Taking good wine for our ship's use,
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We sold our cloaths good wine to booze,
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Like brave British boys.
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Our ship been wartered, and plenty of good wine,
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We hoisted up our top-sails, and cross'd the tropic line,
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The wind at west the leading gale,
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Our gallant ship did sweetly sail
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Steady along, she ne'er will fail,
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With all her British boys.
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Steady a port! don't bring her by the lee!
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Yonder is the flag-staff at Goree, I do see.
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We brought the city within sight,
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Anchored in Goree bay that night,
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Cleared our ships ready to fight,
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Like brave British boys.
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Early next morning the Prince Edward of 40 guns,
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Was station'd off the island to cover our two bombs,
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The old Nassau she led the van,
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With all her jovial fighting men,
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The drums did beat to quarters stand,
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Like brave British boys.
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We sailed into their batteries as close as we could lay,
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Our guns from the top and poop aloud did play,
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Which made the French cry Morbleau!
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Diable! what shall we do?
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Here comes bold Sawyer and all of his crew.
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They're all British boys.
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Then followed by the Dunkirk and Torbay,
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The guns aloud did rattle, and shells aloft did play,
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Which made the French their batteries shun,
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And from their trenches for to run.
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The flag was struck, the fight was done,
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O Huzza! my British boys.
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The Nassau and Dunkirk, and Torbay of renown,
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Three as fine ships as belong to the crown.
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The only ships that fought so free
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In taking of the isle of Goree
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[They are all British boys.
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Boast not of Frenchmen, nor yet of Maclome,
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Sawyer's as big a hero as ever you did hear,
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Whilst the shop round him did fly,
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In engaging twice the isle of Goree,
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As valiant men as ever you see.
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They are all British boys.
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Here's a health to king George our sovereign majesty,
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Likewise to bold Sawyer, that fought the French so free,
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Our officers and all our crew
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Are valiant men as e'er you knew.
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So here's a health to all true blue,
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My brave British boys.]
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