Sorry - somehow the first verse got left off

1 `Twas on the twenty-fourth of March we got under way,
Bound to the Western Bank on a bright and sunny day:
The wind was off the land and clear was the sky;
That night we shot in Portland Dock - Root, hog, or die.
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I also found a version in the Flanders collection from New Hampshire which I have not transcribed except for the first verse

3151 ROOT HOG OR DIE
Lena Bourne
Fish E Jaffrey NH
D69A08 29:44 7/10/1941

When the Yankees came to Plymouth Rock to that forest dense and wild
They were a brave and hearty lot from grandsire down to child
For the leader when they landed there with a twinkle in his eye
Said keep your muskets cracked? my lads for it's root hog or die