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Daddy Neptune, one day, to Freedom did fay,

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Duncan Gray came here to woo, ha, ha, the wooing o't, 7
Dear Nancy, I've fail'd the world all around,

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Enroll'd in our bright annals lives full many a gallant name, 5
Ere around the huge oak that o'erfhadows yon mill,

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For England, when, with fav'ring gale,

Farewell ye fields an' meadows green,

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From place to place I travers'd long,

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Here's Phelim O'Connaught from Dublin com'd over, 49

Hark forward away my brave boys to the chace,

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Have you heard of the tax that such strange confternation, 87

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John Bull for paftime took a prance,

Is there for honest poverty,

I fing the Britifh feamens praife,

I met four chaps yon birks amang,

If the treafur'd gold could give,

In the first book of Job, which I now mean to quote, 105

I've thought and I've faid it, fince I were a boy,

Igaed a waefu' gate yeftreen,

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Kilkenny is a handfome place,

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Let care be a stranger to each jovial soul,

My native land I bade adieu,

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My mam is no more, and my dad's in his grave,
My heart is as honest, and brave as the best,

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Near yonder hamlet in the vale,

Ned Flint was lov'd by all the fhip,

Now weftlin winds, and flaught'ring guns,

On a bank of flowers one fummer's day,

O! I hae feen the roses blaw,

O'er barren hills and flow'ry dales,

Of all that strive to live and thrive,

O weel may the boatie row,

Of a' the airts the win' can blaw, I dearly like the west, 65

On that lone bank where Lubin dy'd,

Of all the girls that are so smart,

Oh! the moment was fad when my love and I parted,

Oh, think on my fate once I freedom enjoy'd,

O! liften, liften to the voice of love,

On April the first I set off like a fool,

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Our bottle, brave boys, is the life-fpring of pleasure, 126
O wat ye wha's in yon town,

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Peaceful flumb'ring on the ocean,

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Sweet cowflips I cry and ground ivy I fell,

Sir Solomon Simons when he did wed,

Sleep you or wake you, lady bright,

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'Twas landlady Meg, that made such rare flip,
"Twas near a thicket's calm retreat,

There was an Irish lad,

The ftreamlet that flow'd round her cot,

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Three years a failor's life I led,

The day is departed, and round from the cloud,

The breeze was fresh, the fhip in stays,

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The wind blew a blast from the northward,

'Twas poft meridian, half past four,

Thou ling'ring ftar, with lefs'ning ray,

Tom Careless was odd, like a genius, fome faid,

'Tis I am a jolly brifk pedlar,

'Twas one day at Wapping, his dangers o'erhauling,

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Their groves o' fweet myrtles let foreign lands reckon, 124

The goddess of war threw her spear on the ground,

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When January wind were blawing cauld,

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When in war in the ocean we meet the proud foe,

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When firft the came to town,

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What! is there ill-news you're fo fad,

Would you hear a fad ftory of woe,

When Britain first at Heav'ns command,

You gentlemen of England,

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You care of money, ah! care no more,

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