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THE TIGHT LITTLE ISLAND.

DADDY Neptune, one day, 'to Freedom did say,

If ever I live upon dry land,
The spot I thould hit on would be little Britain:
Says Freedom, Why that's my own island,

Oh! what a snug little island,

A right little tight little isand,
Search the globe round, none can be found,

So happy as this little island.

Julius Cæfar, the Roman, who yielded to no man,

Came by water, he couldn't come by land; And Dane, Pict and Saxon, their homes turn'd their backs on, And all for the sake of our illand;

Oh! what a snug little island,

They'd all have a touch at the island,
Some were shot dead, --some of them fied,
And some stay'd to live in the island.

i Then a very great war

man, called Billy the Norman,
Cried, Damn it, I never lik'd my land;
It would be much more handy to leave this Normandy,
And live on yon beautiful island.

Says he, 'tis a fnug littlc iiland,

Shan't us go visit the illand:
Llop, skip, and jump,--there he was plump,

And he kick’s up a dust in the island.

Yet party deceit help'd the Normans to beat,

Of traitors they manag'd to buy land,
By Dane, Saxon, or Pict we ne'er had been lick'd,
Had they stuck to the king of the island;

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,
They cou'dn't do no less than tuck up queen Bess,
And take their full swing in the island;

Oh the poor queen of the island,

The drones came to plunder the island. But snug in her hive the queen was alive,

And buz was the word at the island.

Theseproudpuff'dupcakes, thought tomake ducks and drakes,

Of our wealth, but they scarcely could spy land,
I'er our Drake had the luck, to make their pride duck,
And stoop to the lads of the island;

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.

don't wonder much, that the French and the Dutch,

Have since been oft tempted to try land;
And I wonder much less, they have met no success,
For why should we give up our island:

Oh! 'tis a wonderful island,

All of 'em long for the island:
Hold a bit there, (let 'em)-take fire anil air;

But we'll have the sea and the island,

Then, fince Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune,

In each saying, This shall be my land: Should the army of England, or all they could bring land; We'd show 'enı some play for the island;

We'd fight for our right to the island,

We'd give 'em enough of the island: Frenchmen should just,bite at our duft,

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 fhield our liberties and laws, to guard our fov'reign's

crown, Than noble Duncan's mightyarm 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 fpied the Dutch at nine,
'The British signal flew to break their close embattl'd line;
Their line was broke, for all our tars on that auspicious day
All bitter memory of the past had vow'd to wipe away.

Their line was broke, &c.