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 Our Britiſh Boys are always ſtaunch,
 * true to their King and Country,

No French Bombaſt they dread or fear,
 * ſuch they lock up in a Pantry,

And ſerve it out "pro bona fit,"
 * of thoſe who do adhere, Sir,

To Britain and their Sovereign's cauſe,
 * in defending which we join, Sir.


 * John Bull to bang Signior, Sir,
 * Till once the Fool his Folly kens
 * when this iſle he dares invade, Sir.

Aye, he talks embarking troops,
 * to fight th' United Kingdom,

His Bum-boats will turn out Hen-coops,
 * his troops to ſerve at random.

His Egyptian Army we can tell,
 * embalm'd he left as Mummies:

But when on Britain's ſhore he lands
 * he'll leave us as he found us.


 * and lang to be before you,
 * And one shall be ſent by himſel'
 * to France to tell the ſtory.

God bleſs our King, our noble King,
 * our Heroes and Commanders;

We hope to live and form a Rings
 * as tried Salamanders.