THE ANTIGALLICAN PRIVATEER.
The Antigallican’s safe arriv’d,
On board of her with speed we’ll hie;
She’ll soon be fit to sail away;
To the Antigallican haste away.
Haste away, haste away,
To the Antigallican haste away.
For gold we’ll sail the ocean o’er,
From Britain’s isle to the French shore;
No ships from us shall run away;—