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Yander looms the Island, yander lie the ships,

Wi’ sailor lads, a-dancin’ heel and toe,

And the shore lights flashin’, and the night tide dashin’,

He sees it arl as plainly as he saw it long ago.

‘Take my drum to England, hang it by the shore,

Strike it when your powders runnin’ low;

If the Dons strike Devon, I’ll quit the port of Heaven,

And drum them up the Channel, as we drummed them long ago.’

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Call him on the deep sea, call him on the Sound,

Call him when you sail to meet the foe;

Where the old trade’s plyin’

And the old flag flyin’,

They shall find him ‘ware and wakin’, as they found him long ago.

Sir Henry Newbott