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We react the words of Holy W rit,And from the dungeon’s lowest pitUp to the glory of the throne,We're all in gold -—• and naked too.We’ll show you culture! You’ll be taughtThe price of bread, the price of sa lt. ..We’re Christians. We have shrines and learning,And all that’s good. God likes us toolYour croft alone still spoils our view;Why does it stand upon your landWithout our leave? Why can we notThrow you your bannocks as to dogs?Why don’t you, when all’s said and done,Pay excise duty on the sun?That’s all we ask! For we’re not heathens,We're genuine, professing Christians.W r e satisfied w ith little, — soIf only you’d be friendly too,There’d be so much to show to you.A good slice of the world, is ours;Siberia, think! — too vast to cross!Jails? People? Counting takes too long!From the Moldavian to the FinnSilence is held in every tongue . ,.All quite content. . . In our domainThe Bible is made plain to us,The holy monks explain it thus; —A king, who used to pasture swine,Murdered a friend, and stole his wife,— And thus he won eternal life!Just see who’s in our Paradise!You’re unenlightened, you don’t knowThe truths the Holy Cross can show!So learn our rule! Fleece, fleece and give;And when you’ve given —Straight off to heaven,And take the family if you like!And as for us! W hat don’t we know?There’s stars to count and corn to sow,We curse the French! And we can sell(They make fine stakes a t cards as well),People — not negroes, our own kind,Just simple Christians, we don’t mind,For we’re not Dagoes! God forbidT hat we should deal in stolen goodsAs Jew-boys do. We live ‘by law’! ..By the apostolic law?Then you love your brethren?44