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 * These proud puff’d up cakes,


 * Thought to make ducks and drakes

Of our wealth, but they scarcely could spy land’


 * Ere our Drake had the luck,

To make their pride duck,

And stoop to the lads of the island.


 * Huzza for the lads of the island,


 * The good wooden walls of the island.

Monsieur or Don—let them come on,

But how would they come off at the


 * island.


 * I dont wonder much,


 * That the French and the Dutch

Have since been oft tempted to try land,


 * And I wonder much less,


 * They have met no success,

For why should we give up our island.


 * Oh ’tis a wonderful island,


 * All of them long for the island,

Hold a bit there—let them take fire and air,


 * But we’ll keep the sea and the island.


 * Then since Freedom and Neptune,


 * Have hitherto kept tune,

In each saying, This shall be my land,


 * Should the army of England,


 * And all they could bring land,

We’d shew them some play for the island.


 * We'd' fight for our right to the island.