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APOLLO STRUCK THE LYRE, THE MUSES SUNC
PRINTED BY A. MACGOUN,
MAY BE HADT
English Fiche 6.2250 ni188
THE TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND.
DADDY Neptune, one day, to Freedom did say,
If ever I live upon dry land,
Oh what a snug little island,
A right little tight little isand,
So happy as this little illand.
Julius Cæsar, the Roman, who yielded to no man,
Came by water, he couldn't come by land;
Oh! what a song little island,
They'd all have a touch at the island,
Says he, 'tis a fnug little itland,
Shan't us go visit the island:
Yet party deceit help'd the Nornians to beat,
Of traitors they manag'd to buy land,
Poor Harold the king of the island,
He loft both his life and his island, That's
very true,—what could he do? Like a Briton he died for his illand.
Then the Spanish Armada set out to invade a',
Quite sure, if they ever came nigh land,
Oh the poor queen of the island,
The drones came to plunder the island. But fnug in her hive—the queen was alive,
And buz was the word at the ifland.
These proudpuff’dup cakes, thought to make ducks and drakes,
Of our wealth, but they scarcely could spy land,
Huzza, for the lads of the island;
The good wooden walls of the island. Devil or don,- let 'em come on,
But, how would they come off at the island.
I don't wonder much, that the French and the Dutch,
Have since been oft tempted to try land;
Oh! 'tis a wonderful island,
All of 'em long for the island:
But we'll have the sea and the illand,
Then, fince Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune,
In each saying, This shall be my land:
We'd fight for our right to the island,
We'd give 'em enough of the island:
But not a bit more of the island.
ON ADMIRAL DUNCAN'S VICTORY,
ENROLL'D in our bright annals lives full many a gallant
name, But never British heart conceiv'd a prouder deed of fame, But never British heart conceiv'd, but never British heart
conceiv'd, A prouder deed of fame, a prouder deed of fame. To shield our liberties and laws, to guard our fou'reign's
crown, Than noble Duncan's mighty arm atchiev'd off Camperdown. To shield our liberties and laws, to guard our sov'reign's
crown, Immortal be the glorious deed atchiev'd off Camperdown.
October the eleventh it was, he spied the Dutch at nine,
Their line was broke, &c.