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THE EAGLE:
THE FIRST AERIAL SHIP!
The Wonder of the World.
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Oh, have you heard the news,
Sure wonders never ceases,
And as we older grow,
Fine wonders more increases.
The Aerial ship they say,
Will leave Old England's shore, sir,
Well rigged, besides a crew
To join the Spanish war, sir.

Cho) This Aerial ship they say
Will make you all to stare, sir.
Well rigged, besides a crew,
For sailing through the air, sir.

The Aerial ship they say,
Will go by wind and steam sir,
With paddles and her wings,
How funny that will seem, sir.
And a crew of seventeen,
No other ship will catch her;
The Captain might do well
To be a body snatcher.

An old Sailor went to see
The aerial ship a lying;
He says it seems to me,
A d-d rum thing for flying.
Three lushy dames outside,
They bawl'd as they did in pop,
I say, my jolly Tar,
'Twould make a slashing gin-shop.

A covey he was there,
And said it was a whale, sir;
But his lady did declare
She could not see his tail, sir.
One of the crew came up,
Delivering of a message,
He said - marm, here's the tail,
And he showed a German sausage.
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The Greenwich College men, oh law,
Have all subscribed, oh fegs sir,
They'll send to the Spanish war
Ten thousand wooden legs, sir;
Besides some three cockt hats,
And cloaks to keep them warm sir.
Five hundred wooden heads,
Glass eyes and iron arms sir.

Some say the aerial ship
Will never rise at all sir,
Its done for the sake of cash,
And then deceive you all, sir.
And others say twill go
To Holland, without swimming,
And smuggle lots of gin,
For the poor old drunken women.

In August off she starts,
To Paris she'll be bound, sir,
But before she goes away,
She'll sail o'er London town, sir.
And when that she goes up,
The people how they'll stare, sir,
They'll think it is St. Paul's
A cutting through the air, sir.

What do you think of steam?
Its got to great perfection,
Here's machinery and steam
In every direction.
For some by steam they swim,
And now they've steam for flying,
The next there will be steam
To keep us all from dying.
Geo. Brown.
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