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The Song Book |
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XXXIX
THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND |
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But since we have learn'd from effeminate France To eat their ragouts as well as to dance, We are fed up with nothing but vain complaisance. Oh ! the roast beef, &c.
Our fathers of old were robust, stout, and strong, And kept open house, with good cheer, all day long, Which made their plump tenants rejoice in the song,—Oh &c.
When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne, Ere coffee and tea, and such slip-slops were known, The world was in terror if e'er she did frown.—Oh &c. |
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