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John Bull, we all know, is remarkably slow
 * Ere he pulls off his coat, or he fights;

But when once he begins, mind he dies or he wins,
 * In defence of his Queen and his rights.

Then hurrah! for the band, who with rifle in hand
 * Are prepared to keep foemen at bay;

And God only knows who are England's foes,
 * So hurrah! for the green and the grey.

How glorious to see, thus united and free,
 * The sons of old England prepare,

Who for sweethearts and wives would hold cheaply their lives,
 * Nor their blood nor their treasure would spare,
 * Nor their blood nor their treasure would spare.

Should the war cannon roar on our dear native shore
 * (Tho' they'd hail the occasion with sorrow),

There is not a soul in that brave muster-roll
 * But would die for old England to-morrow;

There is not a soul in that brave muster-roll
 * But would die for old England to-morrow.

frequently a man in furnishing his heart and his house, selects both his wife and furniture less for use than ornament; the auctioneer can settle the one, while death alone (or worse) puts an end to the other ill-advised arrangement.