Above the dust to which you’d mould me;
In manhood’s glorious pride to rise,
I am an Englishman—behold me!
And at once all the crew, carried off their feet with enthusiasm, shouted their own domestic National Anthem, led by the energetic Mr. Bobstay:
He is an Englishman!
For he himself hath said it,
And it’s greatly to his credit
That he is an Englishman!
For he might have been a Rooshian
A French, or Turk, or Prooshian,