What to sing on an airship

One of my readers, Philipp Ahrens, has asked what the lyrics are to the famous national anthem of the Kingdon of Jackals in my novels (the song’s called ‘Lion of Jackals’ for those new to the series).

Well, wonder no more. If you ever find yourself on an airship, outgunned by a dozen ships of the line, then this is the rousing ditty you have to order your crew to sing to keep spirits up.

LION OF JACKALS
(The national anthem of the Kingdom of Jackals)

In Jackelia stands our lion under the hoary oak
As Jackelians are strong who never wear a yoke.
For those who rule parliament, rule Jackelia too
Rule wisely, sir, less we fell you.
For you with your fine coin and your fine fur
You be damned, sir, you be damned, sir.

Emperors hang the man and flog the woman
Who steals the goose from off the common
But leaves the greater villain loose
Who steal the common from the goose
While in Jackelia stands that lion
In commons our liberty will never die on.

First Chorus:
As they call us naught but Jackelians dogs
Between feasting on brandies and boiled frogs.
Invade our acres, march through our mist
But ‘ware five knuckles attached to Jackelian fist.
You be damned, sir, you be damned, sir.

Should kings and tyrants dare invade us, well-armed with our debating poles
We beef-eating, beer-swilling Jackelians have lions’ souls.
We’ll bash their bare ribs & make their lantern jaws ring
Who will shed blood even as we sing.
For well of all dogs it stands confessed
That brute Jackelian bulldogs are the best.

Damn your religions and your kings and gods too
For in pistol and sword we have much to teach you.
With lantern jaws and coward’s gut
See how our foreign enemies strut.
But soon we’ll teach these bragging foes
That beer and debating sticks give heavier blows.

Second Chorus:
As they call us naught but Jackelians dogs
Between feasting on brandies and boiled frogs.
Invade our acres, march through our mist
But ‘ware five knuckles attached to Jackelian fist.
You be damned, sir, you be damned, sir.

So no more shall your gods expand their wings
To sounds of tyrants and false kings.
When in noble flight our airships take
To praise our Jackelian beef in steak.
A joyful theme for Jackelians free
Happy in beer and liberty.

Throughout the realms where despots reign
What tracks of glory now remain?
Their peoples slaves of power and pride
Old John Gloater and freedom are denied.
What realm, what state, can happy be
Where envious of Jackelian oak and liberty?

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