God prosper, too, my own loved land,
Thy sons so brave and true,
A heavy debt of loyalty
Doth England owe to you.
But as for those said Yankee chaps,
They well may pine and fret,
For, by lord Harry, they will have
To pay us all the debt.
And now to Mac. there’s still one step
To end his life of evil;
Soon may he take the last long leap
From gibbet to the——.
CONTENTS.
HUMOURS OF ’37.