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Chorus.—O mount and go, mount and make you ready,
O mount and go, and be the Captain’s lady.

WHEN the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle,
Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle:
When the drums do beat, and the cannons rattle,
Thou shalt sit in state, and see thy love in battle.
O mount and go, &c.

When the vanquish’d foe sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we’ll go, and in love enjoy it:
When the vanquish’d foe sues for peace and quiet,
To the shades we’ll go, and in love enjoy it.
O mount and go, &c.

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