Its true Ive got no shirts to wear, Its true my butchers bill is due, Its true my prospects all look blue, But dont let that unsettle you! Never you mind! Roll on! (It roll on.)
He is an Englishman! For he himself has said it, And its greatly to his credit, That he s an Englishman!
For he might have been a Rooshian A French or Turk or Proosian, Or perhaps Itali-an. But in spite of all temptations To belong to other nations, He remains an Englishman.
I love my fellow-creatures, I do all the good I can, Yet everybody says Im such a disagreeable man And I cant think why!
The disagreeable Man.
Note 1. There were three sailors of Bristol city Who took a boat and went to sea. But first with beef and captains biscuits And pickled pork they loaded she. There was gorging Jack and guzzling Jimmy, And the youngest he was little Billee. Now when they got as far as the Equator Theyd nothing left but one split pea. W. M. Thackeray: Little Billee. [back]