The JOLLY TAR

Why not to the rendezvous venture? Rot the gang!—odsblood, I'll enter; Not like lazy lubbard roam, To cheat the king and stalk at home. Lal, lal, &c.

To gallant Tyrrel, now on shore, I'll take myself and twenty more. He, Watson, and Boscawen too, They know full well what we can do,

What Harry! Jack!—I'm glad you're come, Moll bear a hand, and fetch the rum; Thou'rt almost gone my honest kag— Here's to Britannia's flying flag.

And to each Captain bold and true, Who stands by us as I by you. We'll lump them all who bear command, But pox o' cowards, sea and land.

Here's to the never flinching tar, And to a smart and glorious war, And to each kind good natur'd wench: O bless the king! and damn the French.