It’s a scurrilous journal, deny it who can—
A disgrace to the name of Englishman.
From Faust and ’Phisto. 1876.
The Jingo-Englishman.
(New Version of an old Song, adapted to the tastes
of the Patriot of the Period.)
There’s a Land that’s Cock of Creation’s walk,
Though it is but a tiny isle,
And to hear its brag, and its tall tall talk,
Might make e’en Bombastes smile.