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 * Daddy Neptune, one day,


 * To Freedom did say,

If ever I live upon dry land,


 * The spot I should hit on,


 * Would be little Britain-

Says Freedom, Why that's my own Island !


 * Oh, what a snug little island,


 * A right little, tight little island;

Search the globe round-none can be found,


 * So happy as this little island.


 * Julius Cæsar, the Roman


 * Who yielded to no man,

Came by water, he couldnt come by land,


 * And Dane, Pict, and Saxon,


 * Their home turn'd their backs on,

And all for the sake of our island.


 * Oh, what a snug little island,


 * They'd all have a touch at the island,

Some were shot dead--some of them fled,


 * And some staid to live on the island.


 * Then a very great war=man,


 * Call'd Billy the Norman,

Cried, Hang it, I never lik‘d my land,