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OUR FAMILIAR SONGS.
Then a very great warman, called Billy the Norman,
Cried " hang it, I never liked my land; It would be much more handy to leave this Normandy, And live on yon beautiful Island." Says he, * 'tis a snug little Island, Sha'n't us go visit the Island ?" Hop, skip, and jump, there he was plump, And he kicked up a dust in the Island.
Yet party deceit helped the Normans to beat,
Of traitors they managed to buy land; By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, we had never been licked, Had they stuck to the King of the Island! He lost both his life and his Island, Poor Harold, the King of the Island! That's very true, what could he do ? Like a Briton he died for his Island.
These proud puffed 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. The good "Wooden Walls of the Island, Huzza! for the lads of the Island, Foes, one by one, let 'em come on, But how'd they come off at the Island !
I don't wonder much, that the Russ 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 1 'tis a wonderful Island,
All of 'em long for the Island, Hold a bit there, (let 'em) take fire and air,
But we'll have the Sea and the Island.
Then since Freedom and Neptune have hitherto kept tune In each saying " This shall be my land," And the men of old England be true to their kingland, "We'd show them some play for the Island. We'd fight for our right to the Island, We'd give them enough of the Island, Invaders should just bite at the dust, But not a bit more of the Island.
Then the Spanish Armada set out to invade her,
Quite sure if they ever came nigh land, They could not do less than tuck up Queen Bess, And take their full swing in the Island. The drones came to plunder the Island, Oh 1 the poor Queen of the Island, But snug in her hive the Queen was alive, And buz was the word at the Island.








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