How Are You Hold Hingland

J. WRIGLEY. Publisher, of Songs, Ballads, and Toy Books, Conversation, Age, and Small Playing Cards, Alphabet Wood Blocks, Valentines, Motto Verses, and Cut Motto Paper &c. No. 27 Chatham Street. (opposite city hall park) NEW YORK

How Are You Hold Hingland

The British lion loud did roar.
And couldn’t really think
How Uncle Sam could go to war
Without a cent of chink.
For he, like others as forlorn,
At Cotton’s throne fell down,
And little thought that good King Corn
Did wear a golden crown.

And we all know he loudly swore,
That in this civil fight,
He never once would show his paw.
Till things again were right:
But Johnny Bull could not forget
The days of long ago—
When Washington and Lafayette
Gave him a deadly blow.

He gets into an awful stew—
’Cause Uncle Sam demands,
And takes from out a British crew
Two rebel contrabands.
He swears he will get up a fight—
Forgets the oath he made—
And vows he’ll try, with all his might
To break np our blockade.

He’d better not—for well he knows
That France is in his rear—
And if with us he comes to blows,
We’ll free Ould Ireland, dear.
So wide awke, my Yankee boys—
You country still defend;
And tremble not at England’s noise—
Ould Ireland is your friend.

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