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BG.756.016
17 May 1756:22 (59 Supplement)
London, February 17. The Grand French Gasconade; with
Reynard's Laconic Answer, from St. James's. Monsieur,
My monarch bids me tell you (wid his great condeshenons)
Dat he's villing to adjust all your unjust pretensions:
You Angloise, say I say so, are unreas'nable jealous
And call us, vidout mercy, dam treacherous vellows:
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The Answer. Monsieur,
Your maitre's demands, sir, are all gasconade;
France may bluster; but England will ne'er be afraid:
If you'll do us but justice:--'tis peace we delight in;
But if war be the word--know true Britons love fighting.
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