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A NEW BALLAD.
With their maws stuff'd with frogs, soups, and jellies;
Brave Hardy's sea thunder, Shall strike them with wonder,
And make the frogs leap in their bellies !
For their Uons and their ships,
We care not three skips Of a flea—and their threats turn into jest, O !
We'll bang their bare ribs,
For the infamous fibs, Cramm'd into their fine manifesto.
Oar brethren so frantic,
Across the Atlantic, Who quit their old friends in a huff;
In spite of their airs,
Are at their last prayers, And of fighting have had quantum suff.
Then if powers at a distance, Should offer assistance,