And live on your beautiful island."

Says he, ""T is a snug little island;
Sha'n't us go visit the island?”

Hop, skip, and jump, there he was plump,
And he kicked up a dust in the island.

But party deceit helped the Normans to beat;
Of traitors they managed to buy land;

By Dane, Saxon, or Pict, Britons ne'er had been licked,

Had they stuck to the king of their island.

Poor Harold, the king of our island!

He lost both his life and his island!

That's all very true: what more could he do?
Like a Briton he died for his island!

The Spanish armada set out to invade-a,
"T will sure, if they ever come nigh land.
They couldn't do less than tuck up Queen Bess,
And take their full swing on the island.
O the poor queen of the island!

The Dons came to plunder the island;
But snug in her hive the queen was alive,
And "buzz" was the word of the island.

These proud puffed-up cakes thought to make ducks and drakes

Of our wealth; but they hardly could spy land, When our Drake had the luck to make their pride

duck

And stoop to the lads of the island!

O, for the ships of the island!

The good wooden walls of the island;

"When our Drake has the luck to make their pride duck, And stoop to the lads of the Island!"

-THOS. J. DIBDIN.

From an engraving after the drawing by
Sir John Gilbert, R. A.

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