Such awful people, only good for sheep.
To call them slaves would be to insult slaves,
It cost us dear to them in comfort keep
At least their absence greater sorrow saves.
Foreigners breeding like rats, and they smelt
We tried to control the population
It was no use their brats rushed out full pelt
What could we do with that wretched nation?
They asked to leave; we should have let them go
Without a fuss, hindsight’s a darling thing
Into the Red Sea’s jaws they did us tow,