That we notice round the English nabob hang;
We unfailingly endeavour to abolish
From our voices any trace of nasal twang.
Every patriotic duty we leave undone,
With aversion such as Hebrews hold for pork,
Since we venerate the very name of London
In proportion to our hatred of New York.
No treaty could in any manner soften
Our contempt for native tailors when we dress;
If we bet, we “lay a guinea,” rather often,