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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.