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O good-mornin', Mister Kiplin'! You are welcome to our shores: / To the land of millionaires and potted meat: / To the country of the 'fonteins' (we 'ave got no 'bads' or / 'pores'), / To the place where di'monds lay about the street / At your feet; / To the 'unting-ground of raiders indiscreet.
I suppose you know this station, for you sort of keep in touch / With Tommy wheresoever 'e may go; / An' you know our 'bat's' a shandy, made of 'Ottentot an' Dutch, / It's a language which is 'ideous an' low, / Don't you know / That it's 'Wacht-een-beitje' 'stead of ''Arf a mo'?'