Yes, bluff Johnny Bull will be tame as a yearling,
Beg pardon and humbly "come down" with his sterling.
There's Monsieur _l'Escamoteur_[CU] over in France;
He has had a clear field and a gay country dance
Down there in Mexico--playing his tricks
While we had a family "discussion wid sticks";
But the game is played out; don't you see it's so handy
For Grant and his boys to march over the Grande.
He twists his waxed moustache and looks very blue,
And he says to himself, (what he wouldn't to you)
"Py tam--dair's mon poor leetle chappie--Dutch Max!
_Cornes du Diable_[CV]--'e'll 'ave to make tracks
Or ve'll 'ave all dem tam Yankee poys on our packs."
Monsieur l'Empereur, if your Max can get out
With the hair of his head on--he'd better, no doubt.
If you'll not take it hard, here's a bit of advice--
It is dangerous for big pigs to dance on the ice;
They sometimes slip up and they sometimes fall in,
And the ice you are on is exceedingly thin.
You're _au fait_, I'll admit, at a sharp game of chance,
But the Devil himself couldn't always beat France.
Remember the fate of your uncle of yore,
Tread lightly, and keep very close to the shore.
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