The bells shall merrily ring, huzza,
Britannia sing and the band shall play,
Old Jacky Bull will the piper pay,
For the foreigners in England.
They are come to see the grand review,
And England’s Roberts’, dress’d in blue,
Hokey pokey parleyvous,
All the foreigners in England.
You pretty English maids, heigho,
If you don’t mind you’ll have to go