The Belgians are coming,
Oh, dear! oh, dear!
Says Colonel Loyd Lindsay, M.P., M.P.,
We’ll take ’em our Sydenham Palace to see,
To Richmond and Windsor, and give ’em some tea,
In return for their great hospitalitee,
So let ’em be coming, oh, dear, &c.
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The Belgians are coming,
My dears, my dears!