THE LAND IN THE OCEAN.
Is the midst of the sea, like a tough man of war,
Pull away, pull away, yo ho, there,
Stands an island surpassing all others by far,
If you doubt it, you're only to go there:
By Neptune was built on freedom's firm base,
And for ever twill last, I've a notion;
All the world I defy to produce such a place,
I'd pull away, pull away, pull I say,
As the snug bit of land in the ocean.
From the opposite shore, puff'd with arrogant pride,
Pull away, pull away so clever
They ve oft swore as how they would come along
side,
And destroy the poor island for ever;
But Britannia is made of such durable stuff,
And so tightly she's rigg'd I've a notion,
She'd sooo give the saucy invaders enough,
Pull away &c.
It they touch at the land in the ocean.
There was Howe, ever bold in the glorious cause,
Pull away, pull away, so stout, boys,
Who gaiued on the first of June such applause,
