If thus—A Man can die
Much bolder with Brandy.
[Pours out a Bumper of Brandy.
AIR LXIII. There was an old Woman.
So I drink off this Bumper.—And now I can stand the Test,
And my Comrades shall see, that I die as brave as the Best.
[Drinks.
AIR LXIV. Did you ever hear of a gallant Sailor.
But can I leave my pretty Hussies,
Without one Tear, or tender Sigh?
AIR LXV. Why are mine Eyes still flowing.
Their Eyes, their Lips, their Busses
Recall my Love,—Ah must I die!