Some prate of patriotism, and some of cheap defence,
But to the high official mind that’s all absurd pretence;
For of all the joys of snubbing, there’s none to it so dear,
As to snub, snub, snub, snub, snub, snub, the British Volunteer!
A patriotic Laureate may bid the Rifles form.
And Citizens may look to them for safety in War’s storm;
But Secretaries, Dooks, and such as this delight to jeer,
And to snub, snub, snub, snub, snub, snub the British Volunteer!
A semi-swell he may be, but he may be a mere clerk,
And he’s an interloper, and to snub him is a lark.