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IL.779.013
5 Apr 1779:42 (1/43)
From a later London Paper.
March in Rinaldo.
On their Majesties approach to Portsmouth, by Jemmy Twitcher
and his Boat's Crew.
Let us take the* road!
Hark! I hear the sound of coaches!
The hour of * attack approaches,
To your guns, brave boys, and load.
See the fleet I hold?
Let the Patriots toil like asses,
Our fire their fire surpasses,
And turns all their lead to gold.
Da Capo, with chorus.
IO TRIUMPHE!
In the Village of ---, as the King passed through in Martial
Pomp, in his way to Spithead.
First clown.
He comes! he comes! the Monarch comes!
Second clown.
Bite your fingers! suck your thumbs!
. . . [4 more lines, then]
EPITAPH ON THE BRITISH NAVY, laid up at Spithead.
Here continue, ingloriously to rot,
The feeble remains
Of that formidable Navy,
. . . [14 more lines]
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