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Rudyard Kipling - The Widow At Windsor
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`Ave you `eard o` the Widow at Windsor
 With a hairy gold crown on `er `ead?
She `as ships on the foam — she `as millions at `ome,
 An` she pays us poor beggars in red.
    (Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There`s `er nick on the cavalry `orses,
 There`s `er mark on the medical stores —
An` `er troopers you`ll find with a fair wind be`ind
 That takes us to various wars.
    (Poor beggars! — barbarious wars!)
       Then `ere`s to the Widow at Windsor,
        An` `ere`s to the stores an` the guns,
       The men an` the `orses what makes up the forces
        O` Missis Victorier`s sons.
       (Poor beggars! Victorier`s sons!)
 
Walk wide o` the Widow at Windsor,
 For `alf o` Creation she owns:
We `ave bought `er the same with the sword an` the flame,
 An` we`ve salted it down with our bones.
    (Poor beggars! — it`s blue with our bones!)
Hands off o` the sons o` the Widow,
 Hands off o` the goods in `er shop,
For the Kings must come down an` the Emperors frown
 When the Widow at Windsor says "Stop"!
    (Poor beggars! — we`re sent to say "Stop"!)
       Then `ere`s to the Lodge o` the Widow,
        From the Pole to the Tropics it runs —
       To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an` the file,
        An` open in form with the guns.
       (Poor beggars! — it`s always they guns!)
 
We `ave `eard o` the Widow at Windsor,
 It`s safest to let `er alone:
For `er sentries we stand by the sea an` the land
 Wherever the bugles are blown.
    (Poor beggars! — an` don`t we get blown!)
Take `old o` the Wings o` the Mornin`,
 An` flop round the earth till you`re dead;
But you won`t get away from the tune that they play
 To the bloomin` old rag over`ead.
    (Poor beggars! — it`s `ot over`ead!)
       Then `ere`s to the sons o` the Widow,
        Wherever, `owever they roam.
       `Ere`s all they desire, an` if they require
        A speedy return to their `ome.
       (Poor beggars! — they`ll never see `ome!)
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