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SONG,
Introduced last night at Mr. ASTLEY’s Riding-School.
COME my lads with souls bositting,
Let us never be dismay’d,
But avenge the wrongs of Britain,
And support her injur’d trade.
Five French ships with all their treasure,
Now my boys submit to fate;
Rodney’s conduct gives us pleasure,
And the victory proves him great!
On the gallant Howe depending,
We, the crafty Dutch will tame;
And affronted vengeance sending,
Shew the world old England’s fame.
With loud peals of British thunder,
Rattling on each hostile shore,
Britain’s foes shall still knock under,
Nor shall dare insult us more!
