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The Polly Privateer; or Unfortunate
Jack’s last Shift.
———o———
Come all ye gallant Seamen,
and listen unto me,
While I relate a bloody fight,
was lately fought at sea,
When we set sail from Liverpool,
to the salt sea did steer,
To try our hard fortune,
in the Polly privateer.
On the 25th of December,
it being on Christmas day,
When we espied a large French ship,
To windward of us lay;
Our noble Captain view'd her,
and told her guns quite clear,
And said, cheer up, my British boys,
in the Polly privateer.
We fought them full four glasses,
our cannons they did roar,
And many a British seaman
lay bleeding in his gore;
Our noble Captain wounded,
by the loss of his leg, is clear,
