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IN all the towns and cities fair	A
On Merry England's broad expanse	B
No swordsman ever could compare	A
With THOMAS WINTERBOTTOM HANCE	B
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The dauntless lad could fairly hew	C
A silken handkerchief in twain	D
Divide a leg of mutton too	C
And this without unwholesome strain	D
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On whole half sheep with cunning trick	E
His sabre sometimes he'd employ	F
No bar of lead however thick	E
Had terrors for the stalwart boy	F
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At Dover daily he'd prepare	A
To hew and slash behind before	G
Which aggravated MONSIEUR PIERRE	A
Who watched him from the Calais shore	G
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It caused good PIERRE to swear and dance	B
The sight annoyed and vexed him so	H
He was the bravest man in France	B
He said so and he ought to know	H
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Regardez donc ce cochon gros	I
Ce polisson Oh sacre bleu	C
Son sabre son plomb et ses gigots	I
Comme cela m'ennuye enfin mon Dieu	C
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Il sait que les foulards de soie	I
Give no retaliating whack	J
Les gigots morts n'ont pas de quoi	J
Le plomb don't ever hit you back	J
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But every day the headstrong lad	C
Cut lead and mutton more and more	G
And every day poor PIERRE half mad	C
Shrieked loud defiance from his shore	G
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HANCE had a mother poor and old	C
A simple harmless village dame	K
Who crowed and clapped as people told	C
Of WINTERBOTTOM'S rising fame	K
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She said I'll be upon the spot	C
To see my TOMMY'S sabre play	L
And so she left her leafy cot	C
And walked to Dover in a day	L
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PIERRE had a doating mother who	C
Had heard of his defiant rage	M
HIS Ma was nearly ninety two	C
And rather dressy for her age	M
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At HANCE'S doings every morn	N
With sheer delight HIS mother cried	C
And MONSIEUR PIERRE'S contemptuous scorn	N
Filled HIS mamma with proper pride	C
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But HANCE'S powers began to fail	O
His constitution was not strong	J
And PIERRE who once was stout and hale	O
Grew thin from shouting all day long	J
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Their mothers saw them pale and wan	P
Maternal anguish tore each breast	C
And so they met to find a plan	Q
To set their offsprings' minds at rest	C
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Said MRS HANCE Of course I shrinks	I
From bloodshed ma'am as you're aware	A
But still they'd better meet I thinks	I
Assurement said MADAME PIERRE	A
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A sunny spot in sunny France	I
Was hit upon for this affair	A
The ground was picked by MRS HANCE	I
The stakes were pitched by MADAME PIERRE	A
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Said MRS H Your work you see	I
Go in my noble boy and win	R
En garde mon fils said MADAME P	I
Allons Go on En garde Begin	R
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The mothers were of decent size	I
Though not particularly tall	S
But in the sketch that meets your eyes	I
I've been obliged to draw them small	S
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Loud sneered the doughty man of France	I
Ho ho Ho ho Ha ha Ha ha	T
The French for 'Pish' said THOMAS HANCE	I
Said PIERRE L'Anglais Monsieur pour 'Bah '	-
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Said MRS H Come one two three	I
We're sittin' here to see all fair	A
C'est magnifique said MADAME P	I
Mais parbleu ce n'est pas la guerre	A
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Je scorn un foe si lache que vous	C
Said PIERRE the doughty son of France	I
I fight not coward foe like you	C
Said our undaunted TOMMY HANCE	I
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The French for 'Pooh ' our TOMMY cried	C
L'Anglais pour 'Va ' the Frenchman crowed	C
And so with undiminished pride	C
Each went on his respective road	C

William Schwenck Gilbert

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