COMES the British bulldog first--solid as a log-- He's so ugly in repose that he's a handsome dog; Full of mild benevolence as his years increase; Silent as a china dog on the mantelpiece. Rub his sides and point his nose, Click your tongue and in he goes, To the thick of Britain's foes-- Enemies behind him close-- (Silence for a while).
Comes a very different dog--tell him at a glance. Clipped and trimmed and frilled all round. Dandy dog of France. (Always was a dandy dog, no matter what his age) Now his every hair and frill is stiff as wire with rage. Rub his sides and point his nose, Click your tongue and in he goes, While behind him France's foes Reel and surge and pack and close. (Silence for a while.)
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