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 Then as Freedom and Neptune

Have hitherto kept tune

In each singing "This shall be my land,"

Let the army of England,

And all they can bring, land,

We’ll show ’em some play for the Island.

O how we will fight for the Islend,

The light little, tight little island.

The monstrous Great Nation,

With grand botheration,

Would vapour o'er lowland and highland;

May our Nelson be blest,

Who has lowered their crest,

And taught them respect for the Island.

O it’s a nice little Island.

Now they all have the hip,

And at sea scarce a ship.

Let ’em go and build more upon dry land;

While our conquests increase,

Till the blessings of peace

Shall glad every heart in the Island.

O! it’s a nice little Island,

A right little, tight little Island.



Knight from Lincolnshire.

came up to London city.

On purpose for to shew his parts,

good Lord how wondrous witty.