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While strolling down sweet Sandgate-street,

A man o' war's blade I chanc'd to meet;

To the sign of the Ship I haul'd him in,

To drink a good glass till the tide came in.

Till the tide came in, &c.

I took in tow young Squinting Meg,

Who well in the dance could shake her leg;

My friend haul'd Oyster Mally in,

And we jigg'd them about till the tide came in.

Till the tide came in, &c.

We bows'd away till the break of day,

Then ask'd what shot we had to pay?

You've drank, said the host, nine pints of gin;

So we paid him his due—now the tide was in.

Now the tide was in, &c.