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[Sir Thomas Lipton, when stopped by the Chertsey police for / 'scorching,' remarked: 'You have your duty to do, boys. I have / always found you to be correct. I'm sorry. ']
Ye murderous, motoring scorchers, / With manners of Gadarene hogs, / Inflicting unspeakable tortures / On children and chickens and dogs; / Alarming your fellows with hoots and with bellows, / And filling their infants with terror, / Their cattle stampeding, and never conceding / That _you_ could perhaps be in error, / Who fall upon Fido and squash little Florrie, / And hasten away without saying you're sorry!