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<DATE>2008-11-02</DATE>
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<NAME>Mona Logarbo</NAME>
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<DIV1 TYPE="ballad">
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<HEAD>The Boat&s;wains Call; OR, The Couragious Marriners Invitation to all his Brother Sailers, to for&s;ake Friends and Relations, for to fight in the defence of their King and Country.</HEAD>
<OPENER>To the Tune of, King of Gold.</OPENER>
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<P>Licenc&s;ed according to Order.</P>
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<LG>
<L>STout Seamen come away,</L>
<L>never be daunted;</L>
<L>For if at home you &s;tay,</L>
<L>then is it granted</L>
<L>The Fleet can never be</L>
<L>Mann'd for the Ocean,</L>
<L>To Fight the Enemy,</L>
<L>and gain Promotion.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L><HI>Lewis</HI> that Chri&s;tian-<HI>TURK,</HI></L>
<L>makes preparation;</L>
<L>His Engines are at work</L>
<L>in Con&s;ultation,</L>
<L>Thinking to Ruine quite</L>
<L>all Chri&s;tian Princes;</L>
<L>But we their wrongs will right,</L>
<L>at Lifes expences.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>The Mighty force of <HI>France,</HI></L>
<L>we never value</L>
<L>For when we once advance,</L>
<L>we will not dally:</L>
<L>But on the Ocean wide,</L>
<L>(through ble&s;t permi&s;&s;ion)</L>
<L>We'll &s;oon &s;ubdue their Pride,</L>
<L>and grand Ambition.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Therefore with Courage bold,</L>
<L>Boys, lets us venter,</L>
<L>Like noble hearts of Gold,</L>
<L>now freely enter</L>
<L>Your names on Board the Fleet,</L>
<L>all Friends for&s;aking,</L>
<L>That we may &s;oon Conpleat</L>
<L>this undertaking.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Is it not that the Land,</L>
<L>might be defended.</L>
<L>By a Victorious hand,</L>
<L>tho' <HI>France</HI> intended</L>
<L>To lay a heavy Yoke,</L>
<L>on a free Nation;</L>
<L>Boys let a fatal &s;troke,</L>
<L>prove their vexation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>But yet my thinks I hear</L>
<L>&s;ome Cowards crying,</L>
<L>The Pre&s;s they dread and fear,</L>
<L>as much as dying:</L>
<L>And &s;culk like frighted Slaves,</L>
<L>here in di&s;traction,</L>
<L>To hide in Dens and Caves,</L>
<L>from Warlike Action.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Yet &s;ome declare they'd fight,</L>
<L>but a dear Mother,</L>
<L>Who counts him her delight,</L>
<L>above all other;</L>
<L>She loves him as her Life,</L>
<L>parting would grieve her,</L>
<L>Another has a Wife,</L>
<L>he's loath to leave her.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Thus Cowards they can find</L>
<L>excu&s;es many,</L>
<L>To tarry here behind,</L>
<L>yet there's not any</L>
<L>Right Valliant Noble Soul</L>
<L>heeds a Relation.</L>
<L>He'll fight again&s;t Controul</L>
<L>for this his Nation.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Has not Men wi&s;h'd and cry'd,</L>
<L>a war with <HI>France,</HI> Boys,</L>
<L>That on the Ocean wide</L>
<L>we may advance, Boys,</L>
<L>To &s;torm and &s;hake their throne,</L>
<L>no danger fearing;</L>
<L>This has been &s;till their Tone,</L>
<L>oft in my hearing.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>Where are tho&s;e Heroes now</L>
<L>tho&s;e &s;ons of thunder.</L>
<L>That would make <HI>Lewis</HI> bow,</L>
<L>and bring him under?</L>
<L>Your wi&s;hes now you have,</L>
<L><HI>France</HI> is the Center,</L>
<L>Like Seamen &s;tout and brave,</L>
<L>Boys, freely venture.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>In a fight fierce and hot,</L>
<L>once was I wounded;</L>
<L>We receiv'd &s;howrs of &s;hot</L>
<L>being &s;urrounded;</L>
<L>Yet I again will go,</L>
<L>and &s;corn to hide me,</L>
<L>I'll face the daring foe,</L>
<L>what e'er betide me.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>He that has been in fight,</L>
<L>fears not another,</L>
<L>He leaves with much delight</L>
<L>Father and Mother,</L>
<L>To embrace tho&s;e true Ioys,</L>
<L>which men admire,</L>
<L>We can be merry Boys,</L>
<L>in Smoak and Fire.</L>
</LG>
<LG>
<L>If we the Conque&s;t gain,</L>
<L>that brings promotion,</L>
<L>If we by chance are &s;lain,</L>
<L>then the wide Ocean,</L>
<L>Shall be our watry Tomb</L>
<L>near Neptunes Palace,</L>
<L>This Boys, &s;hall be our Doom</L>
<L>in &s;pight of Malice.</L>
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<P>Printed for <HI>P. Brooksby, J. Deacon, J. Blare,</HI> and <HI>J. Back.</HI></P>
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