Vat mean you Shon Englishman, c. 1779

I.

VAT mean you Shon Englishman you make dis great poder,
Wit your beef and your puthen, your dis, dat and dother ?
Pray vat do you mean, Sir, hit the Frenchmen In de teef,
Wit your beef and your puthen, your puthen and beef.
                                   Derry down, down, &c.

II.

Vat do'we've no beef nor puthen to eat,
We have de fine frogs dat be very cood meat;
We make de friggascewit de bon soup and sallet,
Which very well suits wit de grand Frenchman's pallet.

III.

You say dat your beef make wou ne'er fear de gon,
But remember Shon English, we make you to run
After us at Blenheim and Malplaquet battles,
Where de gons they did roar, and de drums they did rattle.

IV.

But now we must tell a you with much complaisance,
We intended to have paid you one visit from France ;
And if Monsir HAWKE would have let us come over
In our flat-bottom'd boats, we,d landed just at Dover.

V.

But de de'el pick de HAWKE, he will not fly away,
But in de Brest Harbour oblige us to stay.
Come squinting and peeping, and play his mad frolick,
Which gave our poor sailors von sit of the cholick.

VI.

But now me vill tell you vat come bye and bye,
Our Admiral he take out hisglass for to spy ;
He holloa's, truss up boys, dere's nothing to fear,
Shon English begone, and de coast it be clear.

VII.

Den we sail'd out amain, and we thought to do something,
But the dogs come again, and vid balls big as bumpkin,
They pounce us and pelt us, and make such a clatter,
Dat two or three of our ships fell down in the vater.

VIII.

Den Monsir Conflans was in a very great passion,
And thought he'd do something for the honour of his nation ;
He boldly commands without more delay,
You dogs take to your heels, and let's all run away.