If ever I lived upon dry land,
The spot I should hit on would be Little Britain!
Says Freedom, “Why, that’s my own Island!”
O, it’s a snug little Island!
A right little, tight little Island!
Search the globe round, none can be found
So happy as this little Island.
Julius Cæsar, the Roman, who yielded to no man,
Came by water—he couldn’t come by land;
And Dane, Pict, and Saxon, their homes turn’d their backs on,