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68 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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For if so be, we want, d' ye see ?
A pluck of this here stuff, In Indi—a, and Americ—a,
We'je sure to find enough.
Then bless the king, and bless the state,
And bless our captains all; And ne'er may chance unfortunate
The British fleet befall. But prosp'rous gales, where'er she sails,
And ever may she ride, Of sea and shore, till time's no more,
The terror and the pride. |
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