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Abroad is where we tourists spend, / In divers unalluring ways, / The brief occasional week-end, / Or annual Easter holidays; / And earn the (not ill-founded) charge / Of being lunatics at large.
Abroad, we lose our self-respect; / Wear whiskers; let our teeth protrude; / Consider any garb correct, / And no display of temper rude; / Descending, when we cross the foam, / To depths we dare not plumb at home.