A British tar is a soaring soul, <br />As free as a mountain bird, <br />His energetic fist should be ready to resist <br />A dictatorial word. <br />His nose should pant and his lip should curl, <br />His cheeks should flame and his brow should furl, <br />His bosom should heave and his heart should glow, <br />And his fist be ever ready for a knock-down blow. <br /> <br />His eyes should flash with an inborn fire, <br />His brow with scorn be rung; <br />He never should bow down to a domineering frown, <br />Or the tang of a tyrant tongue. <br />His foot should stamp and his throat should growl, <br />His hair should twirl and his face should scowl; <br />His eyes should flash and his breast protrude, <br />And this should be his customary attitude!<br /><br />William Schwenck Gilbert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-british-tar/
