Shall I not bid to David Jones adieu—He who had sail’d with [Anson’s] hardy Crew;He who had been about the world and found,On his [protested] word, it was not round!“’Tis all like England, every earthly Spot;The Days are short and long, and cold and hot.So they are here! Of all that I could traceAre, just like us, a little darker race;But striving all, by measures foul and fair,To get our Nails, for Nails are many there.10They tipple grog; they love their dance and feasts,And are taboo’d and terrified by priests.Civil enough, when nothing thwarts their Will,But very Devils when you use them ill;Vain like ourselves and very fond of praise,Proud of their lands, and [their peculiar ways].They have no money, but they change their HamsAnd the whole Pig for * * * and yams;There are some honest, as I may believe;But all I saw have a delight to thieve.20So should we feel—at least ’tis my Belief—If we had not our Law to hang a Thief.They go to War like us, their Queens and Kings—And, just like us, for mighty trivial things.There is a difference in our Ways[, ’tis true];But Men are Men and Women Women too.As far as I could see into their Hearts,They act, as we do, well and ill their parts;And we must think, the more of [man] we see,That he is not the thing he ought to be;30But, go where’er you will, you’ll ever findMan is a selfish and a sinful kind.”So David thought, when he was stout and sternAnd had his Pittance by his toil to earn.On my return a pensioned man I found,For a [lost leg] and many a grievous Wound.Grateful he was and good, and loved to sing,“Rule, Rule Brittania!” and “God save the King!”
Shall I not bid to David Jones adieu—He who had sail’d with [Anson’s] hardy Crew;He who had been about the world and found,On his [protested] word, it was not round!“’Tis all like England, every earthly Spot;The Days are short and long, and cold and hot.So they are here! Of all that I could traceAre, just like us, a little darker race;But striving all, by measures foul and fair,To get our Nails, for Nails are many there.10They tipple grog; they love their dance and feasts,And are taboo’d and terrified by priests.Civil enough, when nothing thwarts their Will,But very Devils when you use them ill;Vain like ourselves and very fond of praise,Proud of their lands, and [their peculiar ways].They have no money, but they change their HamsAnd the whole Pig for * * * and yams;There are some honest, as I may believe;But all I saw have a delight to thieve.20So should we feel—at least ’tis my Belief—If we had not our Law to hang a Thief.They go to War like us, their Queens and Kings—And, just like us, for mighty trivial things.There is a difference in our Ways[, ’tis true];But Men are Men and Women Women too.As far as I could see into their Hearts,They act, as we do, well and ill their parts;And we must think, the more of [man] we see,That he is not the thing he ought to be;30But, go where’er you will, you’ll ever findMan is a selfish and a sinful kind.”So David thought, when he was stout and sternAnd had his Pittance by his toil to earn.On my return a pensioned man I found,For a [lost leg] and many a grievous Wound.Grateful he was and good, and loved to sing,“Rule, Rule Brittania!” and “God save the King!”
Shall I not bid to David Jones adieu—He who had sail’d with [Anson’s] hardy Crew;He who had been about the world and found,On his [protested] word, it was not round!“’Tis all like England, every earthly Spot;The Days are short and long, and cold and hot.So they are here! Of all that I could traceAre, just like us, a little darker race;But striving all, by measures foul and fair,To get our Nails, for Nails are many there.10They tipple grog; they love their dance and feasts,And are taboo’d and terrified by priests.Civil enough, when nothing thwarts their Will,But very Devils when you use them ill;Vain like ourselves and very fond of praise,Proud of their lands, and [their peculiar ways].They have no money, but they change their HamsAnd the whole Pig for * * * and yams;There are some honest, as I may believe;But all I saw have a delight to thieve.20So should we feel—at least ’tis my Belief—If we had not our Law to hang a Thief.They go to War like us, their Queens and Kings—And, just like us, for mighty trivial things.There is a difference in our Ways[, ’tis true];But Men are Men and Women Women too.As far as I could see into their Hearts,They act, as we do, well and ill their parts;And we must think, the more of [man] we see,That he is not the thing he ought to be;30But, go where’er you will, you’ll ever findMan is a selfish and a sinful kind.”
Shall I not bid to David Jones adieu—
He who had sail’d with [Anson’s] hardy Crew;
He who had been about the world and found,
On his [protested] word, it was not round!
“’Tis all like England, every earthly Spot;
The Days are short and long, and cold and hot.
So they are here! Of all that I could trace
Are, just like us, a little darker race;
But striving all, by measures foul and fair,
To get our Nails, for Nails are many there.10
They tipple grog; they love their dance and feasts,
And are taboo’d and terrified by priests.
Civil enough, when nothing thwarts their Will,
But very Devils when you use them ill;
Vain like ourselves and very fond of praise,
Proud of their lands, and [their peculiar ways].
They have no money, but they change their Hams
And the whole Pig for * * * and yams;
There are some honest, as I may believe;
But all I saw have a delight to thieve.20
So should we feel—at least ’tis my Belief—
If we had not our Law to hang a Thief.
They go to War like us, their Queens and Kings—
And, just like us, for mighty trivial things.
There is a difference in our Ways[, ’tis true];
But Men are Men and Women Women too.
As far as I could see into their Hearts,
They act, as we do, well and ill their parts;
And we must think, the more of [man] we see,
That he is not the thing he ought to be;30
But, go where’er you will, you’ll ever find
Man is a selfish and a sinful kind.”
So David thought, when he was stout and sternAnd had his Pittance by his toil to earn.On my return a pensioned man I found,For a [lost leg] and many a grievous Wound.Grateful he was and good, and loved to sing,“Rule, Rule Brittania!” and “God save the King!”
So David thought, when he was stout and stern
And had his Pittance by his toil to earn.
On my return a pensioned man I found,
For a [lost leg] and many a grievous Wound.
Grateful he was and good, and loved to sing,
“Rule, Rule Brittania!” and “God save the King!”