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THE LASS THAT LOVES A SAILOR. |
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Some drank " the Queen," some "our brave ships,"
And some "the Constitution; " Some, " may our foes and all such rips
Yield to English resolution!" That fate might bless some Poll or Bess,
And that they soon might hail her; But the standing toast that pleased the most,
Was " the wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor." |
Some drank "the Prince," and some "our land,"
This glorious land of Freedom; Some, "that our tars may never want
Heroes bold to lead them ; " That she who's in distress may find
Such friends that ne'er will fail her; But the standing toast that pleased the most,
Was "the wind that blows, the ship that goes, And the lass that loves a sailor." |
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