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I.

Let Britain boast her British hosts,

About them all right little care we;

Not British seas, nor British coasts,

Can match.

II.

Tall is his form, his heart is warm,

His spirit light as any fairy;

His wrath is fearful as the storm

That sweeps.

III.

When woe or want oppress his friends,

Though State and Fate proclaim despair, he

Against them all "the Pass" defends,

And rights.

IV.

Yet meet him in his cabin rude,

Or dancing with his dark-haired Mary,

You'd swear they knew no other mood

Than mirth and.

V.

Soft is his girl's sunny eye,

Her mien is mild, her step is airy,

Her heart is fond, her soul is high;

Oh! she's.

VI.

You're free to share his scanty meal;

His plighted word he'll never vary.

In vain they tried with gold and steel

To shake.