Iron coffins our ships, &c.
The Frenchy and Rooshian must laugh as they look,
And see John Bull trying, by hook or by crook,
To get his tin-kettles to keep right side up,
Agin touch of a ram, agin tap of a Krupp!
Iron coffins our ships, &c.
"Just wait two or three years," grumbles John, "and I'll show,
If my ships will but swim, I can still whop the foe.
Stop a bit—whilst my big-wigs build, blunder, debate!"
Ah! that's all mighty fine, but, my John, will they wait?