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Here's adieu to old England since I must leave the shore,
And perhaps never never see that dear island no more;
Leaving father and moher and sisters to mourn,
It is all for the sake of their dear darling son.
But there is one thing more that do grieve my heart sore,
It's to go and leave the charmer, she's the girl I adore.
In fair London city where I took great delight
In courting of those pretty girls by day and by night,
And to the Hyde Park where the musicks do play,
And thousands of pretty girls to be seen every day.
But since it is all o'er we can play there no more,
We must go and play the music where the loud cannons roar.
Oh, now, my brave boys, never let us repine,
In honour and glory our convoys we'll join,
With our twenty-six pounders we will fight blow for blow,
We will make them to surrender wheresomever we go.
But if 'twould be our lot for to die on the field,
Never let us be down-hearted, for we never will yield.
Collected in 1958 from Freeman Bennett of St. Paul's, NL, by Kenneth Peacock and published in Songs Of The Newfoundland Outports, Volume 3, pp.1002-1003, by the National Museum of Canada (1965) Crown Copyrights Reserved.
