The wine cup, the wine cup bring hither, And fill you it up to the brim, May the memory of Washington ne’er wither, Nor the star of his glory grow dim. May the service united ne’er sever And each to our colors prove true: The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. Three cheers for the red, white and blue, Three cheers for the red, white and blue, The army and navy forever, Three cheers for the red, white and blue. ――――:o:―――― THE ENGLISHMAN. There’s a paper bears a well-known name, Though it is but a sorry lot; On the English journals’ scroll of fame It seems but a dirty blot. On the scribbling ones who by it live I’ll not waste word of song; Nor for all the ex-Q.C.[21] could give To that paper would I belong. It’s a scurrilous journal, deny it who can―― A disgrace to the name of ENGLISHMAN. From _Faust and ’Phisto_. 1876. ―――― THE JINGO-ENGLISHMAN. (_New Version of an old Song, adapted to the tastes of the Patriot of the Period._) There’s a Land that’s Cock of Creation’s walk, Though it is but a tiny isle, And to hear its brag, and its tall tall talk, Might make e’en _Bombastes_ smile. It holds itself holiest, first in fight, Most brave, most wise, most strong, And will ne’er admit what it fancies right Can by any chance be wrong. ’Tis the pink of perfection, deny it who can, The Home of the Jingo Englishman! There’s a Flag that floats o’er every sea, And claims to control the brine; And if any dare hint that it makes too free, The result is a deuce of a shine. For the bouncing boys who walk the deck Deem the Ocean their own little lot, And if foreign fools at their pride should check, They will catch it exceedingly hot. Right-divine’s in its bunting, deny it who can, Is the Flag of the Jingo-Englishman! There’s a Heart that leaps with a generous glow A paying cause to defend, Lets interest rule it in fixing a foe, And profit in choosing a friend. It nurtures a deep and abiding love For possession of power and pelf, And deems that the duty all others above Is enshrined in that sweet word “self.” ’Tis a rare tough organ, deny it who can, The Heart of your Jingo-Englishman!