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NEW YEAR'S DAY. |
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Oh ! the navy, the navy,
Of Britain the safety and boast; Lord Twitcher has kept it so safely,
Our foes on the seas rule the roast.
Here's an inferior fleet,
With an admiral wrapt up in flannel; By which we're insulted abroad,
And with which we sneak into the channel.
But oh! how we hurried and scurried, Our cowardly enemies scorning ;
There we run away over night,
And there we waited till morning.
Parliaments squabble and gabble,
Ministers wonder and stare ; Armies march backwards and forwards,
Americans stand as they were.
But oh ! how bloody and stout,
Struts the commander-in-chief; He's as sharp as a snipe at the snout,
And lacks nothing but wisdom and beef. |
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