English poem
The LILLIES of FRANCE
by Anonymous
The Lillies of France and the fair English rose Could never agree as old history shows; But our Edwards and Henries those lillies have torn, And in their rich standards those ensigns have borne, To shew that Old England, beneath her strong lance, Can humble tho' pride and the glory of France.
What wou'd the Monsieurs? wou'd they know how they ran? Why look at the annals of glorious Queen Anne! We beat 'em by sea and we beat them by land, When Marlborough and Russel enjoy'd the command. We'll beat 'em again, boys! so let them advance; Old England despises the insults of France.
Why, let the grand Monarch assemble his host, And threaten invasion on England's fair coast: We bid them defiance; so let them come on: Have at them! their business will quickly be done. Monsieurs, we will teach you a new English dance, To our grenadier's march, that shall frighten all France.
Let's take up our muskets and gird on our swords And, Monsieurs, you'll find us as good as our words: Beat drums, trumpets sound, and huzza for our King! Then welcome Bellisle, with what troops thou canst bring! Huzza! for Old England, whose strong-pointed lance Shall humble the pride and the glory of France.