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The French feel a wish to invade again,
Racking each poor simple noddy;
This impulse each briton obey'd again,
Stand firm, and be conquer'd by nobody:
The bantams exultingly crow,
With blows and thumps soon to crack our crown;
Serve their armies like bricks in a row,
Kick the first, and the rest will soon tumble down.

(Speaking).
Irish, Scotch, and Welch, all join in the glorious contest, whilst every Briton sings

Monsieur, come if you dare,
Like Punch with the devil, fight cleverly;
We'll shew you what Englishmen are,
And make you dance Rodger de Coverly.
Ka ba, wa wa, wa wa waw, eh, &c.
(Imitating punch for chorus).