From Aud'nard fam'd Battle to Lille we'll now march, we've swing'd em i'th' Field, now their towns let us search; flee Boys, to the Trenches, redouble your fire, Jack's heart soon will ake, as he sees you come nigher: Tou fou cry your Cannon, fix't right as they can be, we'll first singe their doublets, then drown 'em in Brandy.
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