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Then what folly to prate (as some folks have of late),
'Bout this Czar and his millions of men,
'Mid the battle's loud roar we have conquer'd before,
And we 're able to do it again jolly hearts,
And we 're able to do it again.

What matters to him, where his vessel may swim,
This has been and will be his plan,
With his friend, the Marine, Jack will fight for his Queen,
Nor ask 'bout the size of his man.
He blesses his eyes when he hears with surprise,
That all hope of Peace is not gone;
Yet sees such wild work between Russian and Turk,
And longs in his heart to make one, jolly hearts,
Jack longs in his heart to make one.

Jack will ne'er disobey, but he will have his say,
And he mutters, Why all this 'ere fuss?
We can safely depend upon France as a friend,
Then why not just leave it to us!
Every man is prepar'd, let but War be declar'd,
And the Banner of Battle unfurl'd,
Bar colour, nor size, ourselves and Allies,
Are fully a match for the world, jolly hearts;
We are fully a match for the world.