Huzza, my boys! our friends the Dutch have risen, <br />Our good old friends, and burst the Tyrant's prison! <br />Aye, and have done it without bloodshed too, <br />Like men, to sense as well as freedom true. <br />The moment, I'll be sworn, that Ocean heard it, <br />With a new dance of waters it bestirr'd it; <br />And Trade, reviving from her trance of death, <br />Took a new lease of sunshine and of breath. <br />Let's aid them, my fine fellows, all we can:— <br />Where's finer business for an Englishman— <br />Who knows what 'tis to eat his own good bread, <br />And see his table-cloth securely spread— <br />Than helping to set free a neighbour's oven? <br />Huzza! The Dutch for ever! Orange Boven!<br /><br />James Henry Leigh Hunt<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bellman-s-verses-for-1814/
