Gosport tragedy/Boney in England

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3284577Gosport tragedy — Boney in England

BONNEY IN ENGLAND.

SHould Bonney come hither ſome Engliſhmen ſwear
They'd flog the dog well with his buttocks all bare,
While others have vow'd they would hang him as high,
As Haman who ſwung between earth and the ſky.

Some ſay they will treat him no better than fleas,
Betwixt thumb and finger will give him a ſqueeze
And some by the ears the bold ruffian will lug,
And others will give him a good Corniſh hug.

There are ſome who would clap him in a cage for a ſhew,
At twopence a head ſirs this inſolent foe,
And others would pen him up cloſe in the Tower,
Bread and water alone his food to devour.

Says the barber I'll ſhav eim, the tailor my ſhears,
Are opened to give him clip of the ears,
Says the cook I will baſte him and humble his pride.
Say the tanner, G———d———n him I'll curry his hide.

Says the butcher I'll knock the dog down like an ox,
Says the conſtable I'll ſet the knave in the ſtocks.
Says the chandler when once in the pillory he lies,
Rotten eggs will I furniſh to bung up his eyes.

Says the doctor I'm ready to give him a pill,
There's none but myſelf has the privilege to kill;
Say the lawyer I'd make the cur preſently mute,
When once I bring him coſts of his ſuit.

Cries the ſadler I long on his ſhoulders to ride,
I warrent a good pair of pair of ſpurs I'll provide,
Says the Welchmen I'll toaſt him as I would toaſt cheeſe
Says Paddy I'll whack him as long as you please.

Says the baker the rogue in my oven I'll poke,
Say the ſweeps in the chimney I'll give him a ſmoke,
The cobler will give him a ſtitch in the heel,
And the fiſhwoman ſkin him the ſame as an eel.

The ſoldier will trounce him the ſailor he cries,
He will never come hither the raſcal's too wiſe,
He knows the bold tars of Old England ne'er ſhrink,
But him and his fat-bottom'd veſſels will ſink.

It would weary your patience to hear folk repeat,
How him and his crew of proud Frenchman they'd treat
Succeſs to brave Briton, then the lets the air ring,
We'll fight till we die for our Country and King.

FINIS.


This work was published before January 1, 1929, and is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.

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