Then, Britons, from all nice dainties refrain,
Which effeminate Italy, France, and Spain;
And mighty roast beef shall command on the main.
Oh! the Roast Beef, &c.
But since we have learnt from effeminate France,
To eat their ragouts, as well as to dance;
We are fed up with nothing but vain complaisance,
Oh! the Roast Beef, &c.
Our fathers of old were robust, stout and strong,
And kept open house, with good cheer all day long,