Which made their plump tenants rejoice in this song,—
Oh! the Roast Beef, &c.
When good Queen Elizabeth sat on the throne,
Ere coffee and tea and such slipslops were known;
The world was in terror if e’en she did frown,
Oh! the Roast Beef, &c.
In those days, if fleets did presume on the main,
They seldom or never returned back again,
As witness the vaunting Armada of Spain.
Oh! the Roast Beef, &c.