Mirth and Metre consisting of Poems, Serious, Humorous, and Satirical; Songs, Sonnets, Ballads & Bagatelles. Written by C. Dibdin, Jun |
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NAVAL WORTHIES.
Your grave politicians may kick up a rout,
Of invasions, and such sort of stuff,
With as how, and as what, all the French are about,
Why, lord, they're about sick enough;
Their armies in Egypt might conquer bashaws,
And deck with their tails each brow,
But their navies can ne'er hope to conquer, because,
They've forgot—no, they can't forget Howe.
While British cannons their thunder boast,
And every sailor's a Mars,
Secure from all squalls,
Be this our toast,
God bless the king! Long life to our tars!
And success to our old wooden walls.
Of invasions, and such sort of stuff,
With as how, and as what, all the French are about,
Why, lord, they're about sick enough;
Their armies in Egypt might conquer bashaws,
And deck with their tails each brow,
But their navies can ne'er hope to conquer, because,
They've forgot—no, they can't forget Howe.
While British cannons their thunder boast,
And every sailor's a Mars,
Secure from all squalls,
Be this our toast,
God bless the king! Long life to our tars!
And success to our old wooden walls.
The Mounseers your worship's can never forget,
Just when they were lather'd by Howe,
Because that's the don shouldn't die in our debt,
How Jarvis kick'd up such a row.
Then how Duncan he pepper'd our flat-bottom'd foes,
They'll think of a pretty long while;
And if they forget all this here, I suppose
They'll remember the mouth of the Nile.
While, &c.
Just when they were lather'd by Howe,
Because that's the don shouldn't die in our debt,
How Jarvis kick'd up such a row.
Then how Duncan he pepper'd our flat-bottom'd foes,
They'll think of a pretty long while;
And if they forget all this here, I suppose
They'll remember the mouth of the Nile.
While, &c.
Their army of England was once a great gun,
But we've taught 'em, ecod! to sing small;
And for navy, if things go on as they've begun,
I think they'll soon have none at all;
Their tri-colour'd flag's very pretty belike,
But spite of their humming 'twon't do,
For you and I know that all colours must strike
To king George, and old England's true blue.
While, &c.
But we've taught 'em, ecod! to sing small;
And for navy, if things go on as they've begun,
I think they'll soon have none at all;
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But spite of their humming 'twon't do,
For you and I know that all colours must strike
To king George, and old England's true blue.
While, &c.
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