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 ::It would be more handy,


 * To leave this Normandy,

And live on yon beautiful island.


 * Says he, Tis a snug little island,


 * Shan't we go visit the island,

Hop, skip, and jump-there he was plump,


 * And he kick'd up a dust in the island.


 * Yet party deceit,


 * Help'd the Normans to beat,

Of traitors they manag'd to buy land,


 * By Dane, Saxon, or Pict,


 * We ne'er had been lick'd,

Had they stuck to the King of the Island.


 * Poor Harold, the King of the Island,


 * He lost both his life and the island,

That's very true-what could he do,


 * Like a Briton he died for the island.


 * Then the Spanish Armada,


 * Sent out to invade a'.

Quite sure, if they ever came nigh land;


 * They coudn't do less,


 * Than tuck up Queen Bess,

And take their full swig in the island,


 * Oh, the poor Queen of the Island,


 * The drones came to plunder the island,

But snug in her hive-the Q ueen was alive,


 * Andbuz was the word in the island.