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v.So Buonaparte pitched his tent That day in Grosvenor Place;And Ney rode straight to Parliament, And broke the Speaker's mace."Vive L'Empereur," was said and sung, From Peebles to Penzance;The Mayor and Aidermen were hung, Which made folks laugh in France.
vi.They pulled the Tower of London down; They burned our wooden walls;They brought his Holiness to town, And lodged him in St. Paul's.And God and Magog rubbed their eyes, Awaking from a trance;And grumbled out, in great surprise, "O mercy! we're in France!"
vii.They sent a Regent to our Isle,— The little King of Rome;And squibs and crackers all the while Blazed in the Place Vendôme.And ever since, in arts and power They're making great advance;They've had strong beer from that glad hour, And sea-coal fires in France.
viii.My uncle, Captain Flanigan, Who lost a leg in Spain,Tells stories of a little man, Who died in St. Hélène.But bless my heart! they can't be true, I'm sure they're all romance;John Bull was beat at Waterloo— They'll swear to that in France!

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