What wonders we do daily see,
Enough to fill our hearts with glee,
Britannia now will merry be,
With the foreigners in England;
John Bull does foreigners adore,
Here's the Viceroy from Egypt's shore,
Here's the Turkish Sultan blythe and gay,
And the Belgium Volunteers huzza!
The bells shall merrily ring, huzza,
Britannia sing and the band shall play,
Old Jacky Bull will the piper pay,
For the foreigners in England.
They are come to see the grand review,
And England's Roberts', dress'd in blue,
Hokey pokey parleyvous,
All the foreigners in England.
You pretty English maids, heigho,
If you don't mind you'll have to go
To the Sultan's grand Seraglio,
And bid adieu to England.
Yes, and all old women, so you must mind,
Under the age of seventy-nine,
Will be taken away in the morning soon,
In a wooden cane bottom air balloon,
You must marry the Turk and danger drive,
Till to Constantinople you do arrive,
For the Turks have eleven hundred wives,
And he'll take you all from England.
Now the other day, you know its true,
There was a terrible great to do,
About the grand Hyde Park review,
And the foreigners in England.
The reason they stopped, the papers said,
Poor Maximilian had lost his head,
And he could not come with the jovial crew,
To have a look at the grand review,
But Britons you mist understand,
There'll be a grand review by sea and land,
No power in Europe beat it can,
With the foreigners in England.
They're going to dine with a great Lord Mayor
And they'll sit in a new mahogany chair,
Such lots of dainties are prepared,
For the foreigners in England.
They'll have sausages seasoned high
Soused mackerel and rabbit pie,
Rashers of bacon nicely done,
Lobster sauce and donkey's tongue,
Lots of crabs and pickled sprats,
Cabbage and onions covered in fat,
Skillygolee and paddywhack,
For the foreigners in England.
To the Crystal Palace they will go,
The Museum and National Gallery too,
To Windsor, Aldershot, and Kew,
All the foreigners in England.
They are going to visit Charing Cross,
To see old Charley sit on his horse,
Then to Buckingham Palace to have a game,
Then off they go Petticoat Lane,
Where life in splendour they will see,
Fried fish and liver, and shockerhorsey,
Then have a bathe in the river Lea,
The foreigners in England.
Let us welcome them with a loud huzza,
You pretty maids get out of the way,
Old Jacky Bull will expenses pay,
The the foreigners in England.
Here's the Viceroy from Egypt's land
And Turkey's Sultan hand-in-hand.
If he wants some wives for the ottoman plains
He can have all the woman in Drury Lane.
So all pretty girls in London chaste
Go home to your mothers and wash your face,
Or perhaps they will collar you round the waist,
The foreigners in England.
When the foreigners reach their native shore,
They may say, we never saw before,
Such glorious sights, and we may no more,
As we beheld in England.
H. Disley, Printer, 57, High Street, St. Giles.
SOURCE: Curiosities of Street Literature, London, Reeves and Turner, 196, Strand, 1871.