It’s a funny mental right of all Merry Bums to bare arms.
With so many bullets flying,
So many deafs,
U nd 2 pack heat 2 stay alve.
In Ingland even the Please have no arms
(Unless Terry Wrists are around)
Though the Bad Guise ewes them –
Phew! Deafs, lotsa peas -
U’d think the Merry Bums wood know tis, woodn’t ewe?
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