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In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont read more
In spite of their hats being very ugly, Goddam! I love the
English.
[Fr., Quoique leurs chapeaux sont bien laids,
Goddam! j'aime les anglais.]
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Roused by the lash of his own stubborn tail,
Our lion now will foreign foes assail.
Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).
Let Pitt then boast of his victory to his nation of
shopkeepers--(Nation Boutiquiere).
They [the English] amuse themselves sadly as in the custom of
their country.
[Fr., Ils s'amusaient tristement selon read more
They [the English] amuse themselves sadly as in the custom of
their country.
[Fr., Ils s'amusaient tristement selon la contume de leur pays.]
Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's read more
Those pigmy tribes of Panton street,
Those hardy blades, those hearts of oak,
Obedient to a tyrant's yoke.
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, read more
Bind her, grind her, burn her with fire,
Cast her ashes into the sea,--
She shall escape, she shall aspire,
She shall arise to make men free;
She shall arise in a sacred scorn,
Lighting the lives that are yet unborn,
Spirit supernal, splendor eternal,
England!
This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage read more
This island is made mainly of coal and surrounded by fish. Only
an organizing genius could produce a shortage of coal and fish at
the same time.
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
Where are the rough brave Britons to be found
With Hearts of Oak, so much of old renowned?
Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
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Britannia needs no bulwarks
No towers along the steep;
Her march is o'er the mountain wave,
Her home is on the deep.