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Whenat first in foreign parts

Was her flag unfurled,

England was a Gipsy lass

Peddling round the world.

Sailing on the Spanish Main—

Everywhere you roam—

Peddling in the Persian Gulf

Things she’d made at home.

Peddling round the world,

Peddling round the world—

England was a Gipsy lass

Peddling round the world.

Englandneverwanted war, Not on land or sea— Other nations rising up Couldn’t let her be. England only wanted peace, And the ocean’s breath; So there came, in course of time, Queen Elizabeth. Queen Elizabeth— Queen Elizabeth— Came a plain, bad-tempered queen, Called Elizabeth.

Queen Elizabeth, she called

Drake, and Raleigh too—

Essex, Howard, and the rest

Of the pirate crew;

“See what you can do,” she said.

“England’s feeling sick—

If you don’t, I’ll hang you all!

Better do it quick.”

“Better do it quick,” she said—

“Better do it quick”;

And they knew she’d keep her word,

So they did it quick.

Drake and Raleigh sailed away—

(Only Bess they feared)

Cleared the Spanish Main and singed

The King of Spain his beard—

Singed the King of Spain his beard,

And his hair they curled.

England was a Gipsy’s love

Peddling round the world.

Peddling round the world,

Peddling round the world.

England was a Gipsy’s love

Peddling round the world.

Once again, when Cromwell came,

England wanted room;

So he lowered Holland’s tone,

Smashed the Dutchman’s broom.

Sent a message to Algiers;

Made its meaning plain—

On the way they called once more

On the King of Spain.

On the King of Spain—

On the King of Spain:

Called, to jog his memory,

On the King of Spain.

So the years went round and round,

Over hills and flats—

England was a Gipsy wife—

England had her brats;

Peddling in the China Sea,

Far from English ground;

Doing biz with Mrs. Jap—

Peddling all around.

Peddling all around—

Peddling all around;

Making friends with Mrs. Jap—

Peddling all around.

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When the war is past and gone,

With its blood and tears;

And the world may count upon

Peace for fifty years—

When the gory battle-flags

Round their sticks are furled—

Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone

Peddling round the world.

Peddling round the world—

Peddling round the world.

Then you’ll see a Gipsy crone

A-peddling round the world!

Shawl as old as Joseph’s coat,

Hair as white as snow,

Mind as bright as Seventeen—

Eyes still like the sloe—

Peddling in the Southern Seas—

Everywhere you roam—

And she’ll fill her baskets here

With thingswe’llmake at home. Things we’ll make at home— Things we’ll make at home— Call to fill her baskets here With things we’ll make atHOME.