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THAT'S OUR WAY.
We're no play-actors, Jack; What they've done and what they'll do,
We let them Frenchmen say ; When we've work before us, smack,
With perhaps a cheer or two, We give the foe their whack,
Lots of broadsides, words but few ; That's our way.
Good breath,let others waste; Let them chatter to seem bold;
Your froth's not ale, I say; When our pills, wry-faced, they taste,
As they've often done of old, To give voice, we're in no haste;
By our guns, our meaning's told ; That's our way.