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[Music

a broad Sword thro' my Guts.

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Coridon.

Dull Fool rail no more at Cavaleering,
  What a damn'd Scandal it is,
  To sneak here at home,
Grow mouldy with peace,
When loud Fame calls thee out;
Where bold Dragoons are Domineering,
Thou'lt see fortune ready to befriend thee,
      If thou art wounded,
      For Honour and Valour,
      Preferment's propounded.

Colin.

      I fear my Commission,
      Will prove but a Vision,
      For when I am posted,
On Mines, where I'm like to be roasted,
'Tis forty to one but I'm puff'd from my future Command,
      Or if with much Toyling,
      I chance to scape Broyling,
      A damn'd bit of Lead,
      Drills me quite thro' the Head,
How the Devil then shall I kiss the King's Hand,
Zoons, how shall I kiss the King's Hand.

To the Second Part of the Tune.

Coridon.

From Bullets and Fire,
Tho' oft we retire,