theme of wild ambition, For lo, their doom is sealed! But I will use my best endeavour, To praise the good, the wise, the clever, Who will remember’d be for ever, The Earl of Beaconsfield.

When England was without alliance, He bid the Russians bold defiance, On Austria had no reliance In either flood or field; He proudly sent to Hornby message, The Dardanelles! go force the passage In spite of Turkey, Bear, or Sausage, The dauntless Beaconsfield!

p. 16At Berlin, he with admiration Was gazed upon by every nation, And, master of the situation, Vow’d Britons ne’er would yield. For I am here, you may depend on’t, This Eastern brawl to make an end on’t, To show both plaintiff and defendant I’m Earl of Beaconsfield!

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Britannia now doth weep and ponder, Bereaved of him, her child of wonder, No earthly power could break asunder His love for England’s weal. And now those locks once dark as raven  (For laurel leaves ne’er deck’d a craven) Wear a laurel crown in Heaven, Glorious Beaconsfield!

 

p. 17Come, Nivver Dee i’ Thi Shell.

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“Come, nivver dee i’ thi shell, owd lad,”  Are words but rudely said; Though they may cheer some stricken heart, Or raise some wretched head; For they are words I love mysel, They’re music to my ear; They muster up fresh energy An’ chase each doubt an’ fear.

Nivver dee i’ thi shell, owd lad, Though tha be poor indeed; Ner lippen ta long i’ th’ turnin’ up Sa mich ov a friend in need; Fur few ther are, an’ far between, That help a poor man thru; An’ God helps them at help therseln, An’ they hev friends enew.

Nivver dee i’ thi shell, owd lad, Whativver thi creditors say; Tell um at least tha’rt foarst ta owe, If tha artant able ta pay; An’ if they nail thi bits o’ traps, An’ sell tha dish an’ spooin; Remember fickle forten lad, Shoo changes like the mooin.

p. 18Nivver dee i’ thi shell, owd lad, Though some may laugh an’ scorn; There wor nivver a neet afore ta neet, Bud what ther’ com a morn; An’ if blind forten used tha bad, Sho’s happen noan so meean; Ta morn al come, an’ then fer some The sun will shine ageean.

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Nivver dee i’ thi shell, owd lad, Bud let thi motto be,— 

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