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A duel then to fight makes a great man outright,
For nothing more stylish there can be O, (head,
Than with an ounce of lead to be shot through the
Taen a snug patent coffin is all the dandy O.
If France again should boast they'd soon invade our
They'd find British sailors quite handy O. (coast,
For all the world knows in conquering of our foes,
The tars of Old England are the dandy O,
If France again should boast they'll soon invade out
They'll find British soldiers quite handy O, (coast;
For all the world knows in conquering of our foes,
His Grace the Duke of Wellington's the dandy O.
The bewildered Maid.
SLOW broke the light and sweet breathed the morn,
When a maiden I saw sitting under a thorn,
Her dark hair hung loose on her bare neck of snow,
Her eyes look bewildered, her cheeks pale with woe.
O whence is thy sorrows, fair maiden? said I,
The green grave will answer she said with a sigh,
The merry lark sweetly did sing o'er her head,
But she thought on her grief and the battle she said.
The breeze murmured by, when she looked up forlorn
Hark! hark! didst thou hear? 'twas the sigh of the morn
They say that in battle my love lost his breath,
But ah! 'twas the hawthorn that robbed his sweet
breath;
Comehere, gentle Robin live safe from he storm
Is my bosom now sing, there my true love lies warm,
Ah Robin, so constant my true love was brave
Sweet Robin fhall fit and fing o'en my grave.
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