JOHN BULL, ESQUIRE, my jo John, When we were first acquent, You acted very much as now You act about the Trent. You stole my bonny sailors, John, My bonny ships also, You're aye the same fierce beast to me, John Bull, Esquire, my jo! John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Since we were linked together, Full many a jolly fight, John, We've had with one another. Now must we fight again, John? Then at it let us go! And God will help the honest heart, John Bull, Esquire, my jo. John Bull Esquire, my jo John, A century has gone by, Since you called me your slave, John, Since I at you let fly. You want to fight it out again -- That war of waste and woe; You'll find me much the same old coon, John Bull, Esquire, my jo. John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, If lying loons have told That I have lost my pluck, John, And fight not as of old; You'd better not believe it, John, Nor scorn your ancient foe; For I've seen weaker days than this, John Bull, Esquire, my jo. John Bull, Esquire, my jo John, Hear this my language plain: I never smote you unprovoked, I never smote in vain. If you want peace, peace let it be! If war, be pleased to know, Shots in my locker yet remain, John Bull, Esquire, my jo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LIGHT [AND LOVE] by FRANCIS WILLIAM BOURDILLON THE PINES AND THE SEA by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH TO A CAPTIOUS CRITIC by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR LIKE A LAVEROCK IN THE LIFT by JEAN INGELOW LITTLE BILLEE by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY THE WORLD PLAY by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON |