England! with all thy faults I love thee still!’
I said at Calais, and have not forgot it;
I like to speak and lucubrate my fill;
I like the Government (but that is not it);
I like the freedom of the press and quill;
I like the Hapeas Corpus (when we’ve got it);
I like a parliamentary debate,
Particularly when ’tis not too late;
I like the taxes, when they’re not too many;
I like a sea-coal fire, when not too dear;
I like a beef-steak, too, as well as any;
Have no objection to a pot of beer;
I like the weather–when it is not rainy–
That is, I like two months of every Year;
And so God save the Regent, Church, and King!
Which means that I like all and every thing.
Our standing Army, and disbanded Seamen,
Poor’s rate, Reform, my own, the nation’s debt,
Our little Riots just to show we’re free men,
Our trifling Bankruptcies in the Gazette,
Our cloudy Climate, and our chilly Women;
All these I can forgive, and those forget,
And greatly venerate our recent glories,
And wish they were not owing to the Tories.