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 Says he, 'tis a ſnug little Iſland,

Shan't us go viſit this Iſland?

Hop, ſkip, and jump—There he was plump

And he kick'd up a duſt in the Iſland.

Yet party deceit,

Helped the Normans to beat,

Of traitors they manag'd to bùy land,

By ,

We ne'er had been kick'd,

Had the ſtuck to the King of the Iſland;

Poor the King of the Iſland,

He loft both his life and his Iſland,

That's very trueWhat could he do;

Like a Briton he dy'd for his Iſland.

Then the Spaniſh Armada,

Set out to invade-a',

Quite ſure, if they ever came nigh land,

They cou'd do no leſs,

Than tuck up ,

And take their full ſwing in the land;

Oh! the poor Queen of the Iſland,

The Dons came to plunder the Iſland;

But ſnug in her hive—The Queen was alive,

And buz was the word at the Iſland.

Theſe proud puff'd up Cakes,

Thought to make Ducks and Drakes

Of our wealth; but they hardly could ſpy land,

E’er our had the luck,

To make their pride duck,

And ſtoop to the lads of the Iſland;