RECITATIVE.
I.
At Spithead anchor'd lies a noble ship,
The Princess Royal nam'd, with ninety guns;
She'll sweep the rebel Yankees off the deep,
And from their batt'ries make the scoundrels run.
II.
Come, all ye British seamen that wish to gain applause,
And enter in our ship, in your king and country's cause,
And we'll give the Yankee-doodles a dowse in the jaws,
From on board of the Princess Royal.
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To the Tune of, On board a Man of War.
III.
Come, all ye jolly landsmen that love to see good fun,
And you'll see how we will make the ragged rascals run,
And we'll make them strike their striped flags, or die by our guns,
From on board of the Princess Royal.
