No more shall Fame expand her wings to sound of heroes, states and kings;
A nobler flight the Goddess takes to praise our British Beef in steaks,-
A joyful theme for Britons free Happy in Beef and Liberty.
Charming Beef, of thee possessed completely carved in steaks, and dressed,
We taste the dear variety produced in earth, in air, in sea
Their flavour's all combined in thee fit for the sons of liberty.
Throughout the realms where despots reign what tracks of glory now remain!
Their people, slaves of power and pride Fat Beef and Freedom are denied!
What realm, what state, can happy be wanting our Beef and Liberty?
O'er sea-coal fire and steel machine we broil the beauteous fat and lean;
Our drink Oporto's grapes afford whilst India's nectar crowns the board,-
A right repast for such as we friends to good cheer and Liberty!
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