Blimey! Ain`t it gittin` tough? Life gits `arder day by day. First a bloke ain`t got enough Words for wot `e wants to say; Then some nark; with nix to do, Cuts vocab`laries in two. `Ow can coots ixpress their souls? Many a noble song is sung By crook lips; an` music rolls Off full many a slangy tongue. Many a word o` wisdom`s spoke By some reel dead leery bloke. Still in all, I gotter own, If pure lingo we would teach, Young kids` minds `ad best be sown With some dinkum slabs of speech. Shove this matter in each book: "Sling the slang; it`s all dead crook."SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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