A British tar is a soaring sole
as free as a mountain bird
his energetic fist should be ready to resist
a dictatorial word
His nose should pant
and his lip should curl
his cheeks should flame
and his brow should furl
his bosom should heave
and his heart should glow
And his fist be ever ready for a knockdown blow
His eyes should flash with an inborn fire
his brow with scorn be wrung
he never should bow down to a domineering frown
or the tang of a tyrant tongue
(translated from unintelligible rambling)
His foot should stamp
and his throat should growl
his hair should twirl
and his face should scowl
his eyes should flash
and his breast protrude
And thish should be hish cushtomary achichude
Jedit: Carp, Connery aint British.