Til Britterne
Krigens Lynild omsonst, o Britter! mod Eder sig tænder,
Thi Neptun om jer Øe, slaaer sin betryggende Favn:
Kun for den lavere Krig med Piil og med Skytte I ræddes,
Mens det larmende Torv, Kræmmere! Valpladsen er.
To the British
In vain, war’s lightning flash – oh British! – you dearly would harrow,
For Neptune in his embrace your isle does firmly shield:
You are but safe from lesser wars and from the marksman’s arrow,
You’ve noisy market squares – Shopkeepers! – as battlefield.
(The derogatory term ‘shopkeepers’ for the British is often attributed to Napoleon, but it dates from 11 June 1794 and was made by the French revolutionary Bertrand Barère.)
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