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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.