Peddling Round The World

When at 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 shed made at home.     Peddling round the world,     Peddling round the world,     England was a Gipsy lass     Peddling round the world.     England never wanted war,     Not on land or sea,     Other nations rising up     Couldnt let her be.     England only wanted peace,     And the oceans 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.     Englands feeling sick,     If you dont, Ill hang you all!     Better do it quick.     Better do it quick, she said,     Better do it quick;     And they knew shed 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 Gipsys love     Peddling round the world.     Peddling round the world,     Peddling round the world.     England was a Gipsys love     Peddling round the world.     Once again, when Cromwell came,     England wanted room;     So he lowered Hollands tone,     Smashed the Dutchmans 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.     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 youll see a Gipsy crone     Peddling round the world.     Peddling round the world,     Peddling round the world.     Then youll see a Gipsy crone     A-peddling round the world!     Shawl as old as Josephs 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 shell fill her baskets here     With things well make at home.     Things well make at home,     Things well make at home,     Call to fill her baskets here     With things well make at home.