English poem
Y'E FOE TO CATHAYE
by Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914)
O never an oathe sweares he, And never a pig-taile jerkes; With a brick-batte he ne lurkes For to buste y'e crust, perdie, Of y'e man from over sea, A-synging as he werkes. For he knows ful well, y's youth, A tricke of exceeding worth: And he plans withouten ruth A conflagration's birth!