The World’s Wit and Humor: An Encyclopedia in 15 Volumes. 1906.
Pierre Jean de Béranger (17801857)The Boxers
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I like these English, I declare;
“G—d—”—they’ve such a cheerful air!
So polished are they; so inclined
In pleasures to what’s most refined.
We have them not—no, no, no, no—
These fisticuffs, that luster throw
On England, here are not the go.
Quick, to the notary let us flock, sirs,
And have our bets recorded there!
One against one—the fight is fair:
Such odds with Englishmen are rare.
We have them not—no, no, no, no—
These fisticuffs, that luster throw
On England, here are not the go.
In those two hearty blades we trace—
A charm that nothing can efface:
Porters one might believe such chaps;
But they’re a brace of lords, perhaps!
We have them not—no, no, no, no—
These fisticuffs, that luster throw
On England, here are not the go.
You’re to decide how goes the fight.
But what! it knocks you down with fright!
Pshaw! clap your hands! One’s tapped a vein—
Oh, Heavens! these English are humane!
We have them not—no, no, no, no—
These fisticuffs, that luster throw
On England, here are not the go.
In all things—fashion, taste, and law—
Nay, also in the art of war:
Your studs and diplomatic fry
Have not quite drained our bravos dry.
We have them not—no, no, no, no—
These fisticuffs, that luster throw
On England, here are not the go.