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See, Tom Bowling, here, on shore,
Who goes to sea no more—
For you see I've lost my leg:
I don't care a curse, it might have been worse,
I'm content, and there's an end;
And since 'tis so, e'en let it go,
I can't lift it 'gainst a friend.

(Speaking).
Nor wou'd I against an enemy, if it had not been to serve my king; and had not a man better die fighting for his country, than stay lingering on shore? and go out, at last, like the snuff of a candle, singing

toll loll, &c.