Here’s the Viceroy from Egypt’s land
And Turkey’s Sultan hand-in-hand.
If he wants some wives for the ottoman plains
He can have all the women in Drury Lane.
So all pretty girls in London chaste
Go home to your mothers and wash your face,
Or perhaps they will collar you round the waist,
The foreigners in England.
When the foreigners reach their native shore,
They may say, we never saw before,