Classic Poem

Uncle Sam and Johnny Bull
Went out one day and got so full
Of friendly admiration,
They swore they'd never fallen out
And ne'er again would brag about
Which had the bigger nation.

Said John: “In seventeen seventy-six
We had a rawther nawsty mix
About some bloomin' tea:
We've clean forgot the blawsted row—
Let's talk about alliance now!”
Said Sam: “Have one with me!

“We'll strike that Anglo-Saxon air
The race is singing everywhere;
And sing it while we quaff—
‘God save the Queen!’ one stanza be!
The next, ‘My Country, 'T is of Thee!’
That makes it 'alf and 'alf!”