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fisher lads get nought but brass,
Well love I the sailor laddies,
because I am a sailor's lass. With his, &c.
My Jamie bold won't be controul'd,
or who dare him put upon?
For Britain's right he’ll boldly fight,
My Jamie with his trousers on. &c.
For he's a stout and valiant Sailor;
now he's sailing on the main;
He will bring home gold and treasure,
now he’s fighting France and Spain. &c.
In hot battle where guns rattle,
he will boldly lead the van;
And will make the Monsieurs rattle,
and punish that perfidious band. &c
May guardian angels now attend him,
and keep him from his enemy;
And from all dangers still defend him,
and return him safe to me.
With his sparkling eyes, fine b'ack eyes,
he rattles to me like a drum,
Play to me that new found jig,
play Jamie with his trousers on.
SOMEBODY.
WERE I oblig’d to beg my bread,
And had not where to lay my head,
I’d creep where yonder fl cks do feed,
And steal a look at somebody.
