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113
THAT'S OUR WAY.
We're no play-actors, Jack;
What they've done and what they'll do,
We let them Frenchmen say;
When we've work before us, smack,
With perhaps a cheer or two,
We give the foe their whack,
Lots of broadsides, words but few;
That's our way.
What they've done and what they'll do,
We let them Frenchmen say;
When we've work before us, smack,
With perhaps a cheer or two,
We give the foe their whack,
Lots of broadsides, words but few;
That's our way.
Good breath, let others waste;
Let them chatter to seem bold;
Your froth's not ale, I say;
When our pills, wry-faced, they taste,
As they've often done of old,
To give voice, we're in no haste;
By our guns, our meaning's told;
That's our way.
Let them chatter to seem bold;
Your froth's not ale, I say;
When our pills, wry-faced, they taste,
As they've often done of old,
To give voice, we're in no haste;
By our guns, our meaning's told;
That's our way.
114
The fact is, Jack, I doubt
All your noisy talking ones
Who have such lots to say;
Why, when they're in for a bout,
So loud their clapper runs,
For real work, their breath's all out;
We keep ours to serve our guns;
That's our way.
All your noisy talking ones
Who have such lots to say;
Why, when they're in for a bout,
So loud their clapper runs,
For real work, their breath's all out;
We keep ours to serve our guns;
That's our way.
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