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C. J. S. [Music]
1. 'Twas East North East, so near the line / So near as we could lie, / We'd had scarcely left our loading port, / 'Ere ten sail of Turks we spy. / "Come strike your colours ye English dogs, / Strike colours presently, / Come strike your colours ye English dogs, / Or they shall be struck by we."