X: 1
T: from Turnpike Gate, A comic opera in two acts, 1799
C: William Reeve
Q: "Moderato"
B: "Man of Feeling", Gaetano Brandi, ed. v.1 p.64-66
F: http://archive.org/details/manoffeelingorge00rugg
Z: 2012 John Chambers <jc:trillian.mit.edu>
M: 2/4
L: 1/16
P: Duetto
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w: Bri-ta-nias Sons at Sea in Bat-tle al-ways brave, strike to no
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w: pow'r d'ye see, that ev-er plough'd the wave, Fal lal de rid-dle lid-dle
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w: li do,  But when we're not a-float ('tis quite a-no-ther thing,)
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w: We strike to Pet-ti-coat get grog-gy dance and sing*
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w: Fal lal de ral lal de ral lal de ral lal de ral lal de rad-dle lid-dle lal tal la
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w: Ri tol de rid-dle lid-dle li tol to!
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W: 2. There's Portsmouth Polly she,
W: \t When forc'd to go ashore;
W: Vow'd constancy to me,
W: \t And sometimes twenty more.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
W: But give poor Poll her due,
W: \t For truth's a precioas thing,
W: With none but Sailors true,
W: \t Wou'd she drink grog and sing.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
W:
W: 3. With Nancy deep in love,
W: \t I once to Sea did go;
W: Return'd she cry'd by Jove,
W: \t Im' married dearest Joe.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
W: Great guns I scarce could hold,
W: \t To find that I was flung,
W: But Nancy prov't a scold;
W: \t Then I got drunk and sung.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
W:
W: 4.  At length I did comply,
W: \t And made a rib of Sue;
W: What tho she'd but one eye,
W: \t It peirc'd my heart like two.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
W: And now I take my glass,
W: \t Drink England and my King;
W: Content with my old Lass,
W: \t Get groggy dance and sing.
W: \t \t \t Fal lal &c.
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