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A NEW BALLAD.
Say boldly, " we want none, we thank ye,"
Old England's a match,1
And more for old scratch, A Frenchman, a Spaniard, a Yankee !
Derry down, down, hey derry down.
1 Old England's a match. The following extempore appeared, a short time after this song was published, in America.
Choctaws, Chickasaws, and Catawbas,
Are all engaged to fight us; Keep off you Mynheers with your yaws,
And England's gun shall right us.
We don't mind Monsieur's copper lace,
Nor solemn Don in cloak; Once let us meet them face to face,
And fighting is no joke.
Three cheers for England's weal we give,
And pour the broadside i ; The wretch that is not fit to live,
To kill can be no sin.