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                        FIGHT OFF

            CAMPERDOWN.

Printed for and sold by J. Pitts, 14, Great Saint
                  Andrew treet, even Dials

ENROLL'D in our bright annals lives many a gallant-
name,
But never British hearts conceiv'd a prouder deed of ſame,
To shield our liberties and laws, to guard our sovereign crown
Than noble Duncan's mighty arm atchiev'd off Camperdown.

                           CHORUS.

To shield our libeties and laws, to guard our sovereign crown
Immortal be the glorjous deed atchiev'd off Camperdown.

October 11th it was, he espied the Dutch at nine,
The British signal flew to break her close embattled line,
Their line was broke---for our tars on that auspicious day,
All bitter memory of the past, were resolved to wipe away.
                                                                       Their line, &c.

At three o'clock nine mighty ships had struck their colours
proud,
And two brave Admirals at his feet, their vanquisn'd flags had
bow'd,
Our Duncan's towering colours streamed glorious, to the last,
For in the battles fiercest rage, he nail'd them to the mast.
                                                                       Our Dancan, &c.

The victory now complete, the cannons cease to roar,
The scatter'd remnants of the foe slunk to their native shore,
The power the pride of conquest has, his heart to lead astray,
He summoned his triumphant ctew, and thus was heard to say
Let every man now bend his knee, and here in solemu prayer,
Give thanks to God, who in this fight, has made our cause his
         care'

Then on the deck, the noble field of that proud days renown,
Brave Duncan with his crew, devout, before their God knelt
     down,
Humbly blessing his providence, hailed his guardian power,
Who valor, strength and skill inspir'd, in that dread battle's
                                                                Humbly, &c.

The captive Dutch this solemn scene survey'd in silent awe,
And rued the day when Holland crouch'd to France's imperi-
          ous law;
And marked how virtue, courage, faith, unite to form this
          land,
For victory, for fame, and power, just rule and high command
And marked, &c.

The Venerable was the ship that bore his flag to fame,
Our vet'ran hero well becomes his gallant vessel's name,
Behold his locks! they speak the toil, of many a stormy day,
For 50 years and more, my boys, has fighting been his way;
The Venerable was the ship that bore his flag to fame,
And Venerable ever be our vet'ran Duncan's name.