AIR: OLD MOTHER HUBBARD.
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Feast-loving MOTLEY Over a bottle he Quite overlooks Uncle SAM. He asks not for chink, So JOHN BULL, with a wink, "Alabama" proclaims All a bam. |
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When he goes to State dinners to fill out his skin, Amor Patriae leaks out as the turtle goes in. When he hob-nobs with ministers--capital sport--All our losses at Sea he condoneth in Port. When by Britons soft-soaped, he's delighted to lave In the lather that's only laid on for a shave. When to Downing street called, with a bow and a scrape He accepts, in the place of hard dollars, red tape. When a guest at the table of London's Lord Mayor, He Tables our Claim while addressing the Chair. And whenever he mingles with transmarine nobs He is always the PRINCE OF AMERICAN SNOBS. |