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THE OLD STUFF IS HERE IN US STILL.
The old stuff is here in us still,
Whatever those fools may be prating; They'll not touch us, say what they will,
However our greatness they're hating; Let them rail; perhaps they'll just make us growl,
Though a growl it's scarce well to be wasting; If they wake us up, lord ! how they'll howl,
A bit of our old temper, tasting.
John Bull fat with plenty has grown,
Fat and, all may see, easy and iazy; But they who won't leave him alone,
Why, I tell them at once that they're crazy ; There's the muzzle that held on of old,
That can hold on as long still at present; And those teeth, if they do grip, I'm told,
Will clench in a way that's not pleasant.