Catches, canons and drinking songs

to your rude health,



Less shall proud Rome her ancient trophies boast, the conquered country and the captive host,
her dread dominion Asia, Africk knew, but round the globe her eagles never flew,
through ev’ry clime is Britain’s thunder hurled and Pocock’s spoils are from a tribute world.

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