They’re not in Madrid when they’re boasting;
In Hungary things might not ring true.
All fine are the singing and toasting,
But they live under Red, White and Blue.
The Old World says we are commercial,
Yet “a dollar’s a dollar,” they say.
Have done with your “green eyes,” my brothers,
For world o’er achievement holds sway.
Come, cease your irrational boasting,
And stand by the land sought by you;