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THE TOGS, THEY DO NOT MAKE THE
In all togs we've fought and we've won ;
What mattered to us what we wore ? Our rigging ? why all that was done
By those that ruled such things ashore ; We could make Don and Mounseer to strike,
Howe'er we were rigged by the tailor ; We've taught them all, say what they like,
That the togs, they do not make the sailor.
We know now, when bare-skins were worn,
And our fathers thought blue dyes full dress, The Romans our pluck couldn't scorn ;
We stood for our rights well, I guess; When petticoats next had their reign,
Women we were not made by the tailor ; In skirts, how we leathered the Dane ;
No—your togs, they do not make the sailor.