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The pale young man he comes to me, / An' chats me good an' fair; / "That langwidge that you use," sez he / "Pollutes the good clean air. / Why don't you chuck sich silly rot, / An' line-up with our Clean-Lipped Lot?"
Well, 'abit's 'abit; there you are, / An' since I was a kid, / In school an' shop an' street an' bar, / I picked up words, I did. / To use the fancy swears I hear / Comes natural as sinkin' beer.