To-wards a Republic we're getting on fast;
Many old Institootions are things of the past.
(Philosophically) Soon the Crown 'll go, too, as an a-noma-lee,
And be given away—with a Pound of Tea!
Chorus—"Given away!" Some future day, &c.
Verse VI.—(Which expresses the peaceful proclivities of the populace with equal eloquence and wisdom. A welcome contrast to the era when Britons had a bellicose and immoral belief in the possibility of being called upon to defend themselves at some time!)
We've made up our minds—though the Jingoes may jor—
Under no provocation to drift into war!
So the best thing to do with our costly Na-vee
Is—Give each ship away, with a Pound of Tea!
Chorus—Give 'em away, &c.
Verse VII.—(We cannot well avoid some reference to the Irish Question in a Music-hall ditty, but observe the logical and statesmanlike method of treating it here. The argument—if crudely stated—is borrowed from some advanced by our foremost politicians.)
We've also discovered at last that it's crule
To deny the poor Irish their right to 'Ome Rule!
So to give 'em a Parlyment let us agree—
(Rationally) Or they may blow us up with a Pound of their "Tea"!
[A euphemism which may possibly be remembered and understood.
Chorus—Give it away, &c.
Verse VIII. (culminating in a glorious prophetic burst of the Coming Dawn).