Verses by John Frederick Bryant late tobacco-pipe maker at Bristol. Together with his life, written by himself |
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Then came a Scotch lad, on purpose to enter;He swore that he'd stay no longer on shore;
And 'cause he was a 'prentice, he burnt his indenture:
On board the Princess Royal he'd enter, he swore.
Not his Moggy's kind embraces,
No, nor all her muckle graces;
Now sighing,
Now crying,
Could him restrain;
For Jockey did declare
He'd not the rebels spare;
But with big roaring gun
He wou'd make the Yankees run,
And his life he would lose, or the victory gain.
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