Mirth and Metre :: :: University of Virginia Library

ENGLISHMAN.
O, White are the cliffs which fair Albion enclose,
Bonny St. George and the Dragon, O!
They bosom the ocean from whence she arose.
Bonny, &c.
St. George was the hero of all the brave knights
She chose as the champion and guard of her rights;
He invented life's Balsam and Golden Elixir,
And conquer'd a dragon as fierce as Old Nick, Sir;
From Forestallers that means he gave Albion relief,
First brew'd good October, and roasted fat beef.
Bonny, &c.

WELCHMAN.
O, sweetly the harpers of Cambria play!
A leek in hur hat wore St. Tavid, O!
And Taff, look you, dances on Tavid's coot day.
A leek, &c.
Taff's plood it is noble, and ancient hur race,
Hur pedigree plain as the nose on hur face;
And St. Tavid hur taught hur, 'mong other coot habits,
To make love and leek porridge; and cheese and welch-rabbits;
To be prave, and at serving hur friend not to wince,
To love hur coot king, and to honour hur prince.
A leek, &c.

SCOTCHMAN.
O, canty and bra' are fam'd Scotia's lads,
Hey for the cross of St. Andrew, O!
Wi' their bonnets, their trews, and their tartan plaids.
Hey for, &c.
St. Andrew, gude troth, was a learned cheel,
Then he'd lilt, play the pipes, and he'd dance a reel;
Wi' his muckle Ferara he'd gar the foe whistle,
And kept them in awe of the national thistle;
His precepts to follow nae Scotchman would lag,
“Ecce signum,” proud Gallia's invincible flag!
Hey for, &c.

IRISHMAN.
O, green are the fields Erin chose for her part!
“Erin ma vourneen!” says Paddy, O!
And green is the shamrock so dear to her heart.
Erin ma vourneen, &c.
St. Patrick's the child of our own dearest hopes,
And bulls he invented, but not like the Pope's;
Oh! he lov'd pretty girls, and rich wines, and good dinners,
And the saints that do not must be surely great sinners;
Then for fighting—agrah! he was born thro' a charm,
With a twig of shelaly tuck'd under his arm.
Erin ma, &c.

QUARTETTO.
English, Welch, Scotch and Irish, join hands and all sing,
Like the bundle of sticks in the fable, O!
Success to the Union! Long life to the King!
Like, &c.
May the shamrock, the cross, and the leek, and the rose,
And our Four Saints for emblems that each of them chose,

Flourish happy and long; live like sister and brother!
Paddy. As both all the four have now married each other;
All. Our foes find their match when each singly they take;
But our Union's a firm all the world cannot break.
Like the, &c.