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'Sirs may I shake your hands	A
My countrymen I see	B
I've lived in foreign lands	A
Till England's Heaven to me	B
A hearty shake will do me good	C
And freshen up my sluggish blood '	D
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Into his hard right hand we struck	E
Gave the shake and wish'd him luck	E
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' From Austria I come	F
An English wife to win	G
And find an English home	H
And live and die therein	G
Great Lord how many a year I've pined	I
To drink old ale and speak my mind '	-
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Loud rang our laughter and the shout	J
Hills round the Meuse boat echoed about	J
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' Ay no offence laugh on	K
Young gentlemen I'll join	L
Had you to exile gone	M
Where free speech is base coin	L
You'd sigh to see the jolly nose	N
Where Freedom's native liquor flows '	-
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He this time the laughter led	O
Dabbling his oily bullet head	O
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' Give me to suit my moods	P
An ale house on a heath	Q
I'll hand the crags and woods	R
To B'elzebub beneath	Q
A fig for scenery what scene	S
Can beat a Jackass on a green '	-
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Gravely he seem'd with gaze intense	T
Putting the question to common sense	T
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' Why there's the ale house bench	U
The furze flower shining round	V
And there's my waiting wench	U
As lissome as a hound	V
With 'hail Britannia ' ere I drink	W
I'll kiss her with an artful wink '	-
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Fair flash'd the foreign landscape while	X
We breath'd again our native Isle	X
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' The geese may swim hard by	Y
They gabble and you talk	Z
You're sure there's not a spy	Y
To mark your name with chalk	A2
My heart's an oak and it won't grow	B2
In flower pots foreigners must know '	-
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Pensive he stood then shook his head	O
Sadly held out his fist and said	O
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' You've heard that Hungary's floor'd	C2
They've got her on the ground	V
A traitor broke her sword	C2
Two despots held her bound	V
I've seen her gasping her last hope	D2
I've seen her sons strung up b' the rope	D2
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'Nine gallant gentlemen	G
In Arad they strung up	E2
I work'd in peace till then	F2
That poison'd all my cup	E2
A smell of corpses haunted me	B
My nostril sniff'd like life for sea	B
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'Take money for my hire	G2
From butchers not the man	H2
I've got some natural fire	G2
And don't flash in the pan	H2
A few ideas I reveal'd	I2
'Twas well old England stood my shield	I2
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'Said I 'The Lord of Hosts	J2
Have mercy on your land	K2
I see those dangling ghosts	J2
And you may keep command	K2
And hang and shoot and have your day	L2
They hold your bill and you must pay	L2
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''You've sent them where they're strong	M2
You carrion Double Head	O
I hear them sound a gong	M2
In Heaven above ' I said	O
'My God what feathers won't you moult	O
For this ' says I and then I bolt	O
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'The Bird's a beastly Bird	O
And what is more a fool	N2
I shake hands with the herd	O
That flock beneath his rule	N2
They're kindly and their land is fine	O2
I thought it rarer once than mine	O2
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'And rare would be its lot	O
But that he baulks its powers	P2
It's just an earthen pot	O
For hearts of oak like ours	P2
Think Think four days from those frontiers	Q2
And I'm a head full fifty years	Q2
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'It tingles to your scalps	R2
To think of it my boys	S2
Confusion on their Alps	R2
And all their baby toys	S2
The mountains Britain boasts are men	F2
And scale you them my brethren '	-
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Cluck went his tongue his fingers snap	T2
Britons were proved all heights to cap	T2
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And we who worshipp'd crags	S2
Where purple splendours burn'd	O
Our idol saw in rags	S2
And right about were turn'd	O
Horizons rich with trembling spires	S2
On violet twilights lost their fires	S2
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And heights where morning wakes	S2
With one cheek over snow	B2
And iron walled lakes	S2
Where sits the white moon low	B2
For us on youthful travel bent	O
The robing picturesque was rent	O
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Wherever Beauty show'd	O
The wonders of her face	S2
This man his Jackass rode	O
High despot of the place	S2
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Fair dreams of our enchanted life	U2
Fled fast from his shrill island fife	U2
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And yet we liked him well	V2
We laugh'd with honest hearts	S2
He shock'd some inner spell	V2
And rous'd discordant parts	S2
We echoed what we half abjured	O
And hating smilingly endured	O
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Moreover could we be	B
To our dear land disloyal	W2
And were not also we	B
Of History's blood Royal	W2
We glow'd to think how donkeys graze	S2
In England thrilling at their brays	S2
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For there a man may view	X2
An aspect more sublime	Y2
Than Alps against the blue	X2
The morning eyes of Time	Y2
The very Ass participates	S2
The glory Freedom radiates	S2

George Meredith

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