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The Song Book
THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND
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.