Yonder`s the man with his life in his hand, Legs on the march for whatever the land, Or to the slaughter, or to the maiming, Getting the dole of a dog for pay. Laurels he clasps in the words `duty done,` England his heart under every sun:- Exquisite humour! that gives him a naming Base to the ear as an ass`s bray.SourceThe script ran 0.003 seconds.
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