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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=357725" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Old Town Types No. 28 - Lah-Di-Dah Lane</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the old town traditions - as greybeards will explain <br>One epic tale immortalises Lah-di-dah Lane,<br>Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in the railway yard.<br>Some deemed him just a 'masher,' but a few said 'knowing card' <br>With his waxed moustache, his monocle, his grey 'hard-hitter' hat,<br>His braided coat of black 'Berlin,' his lavender cravat,<br>His buttoned boots and finger-ring and thin Malacca cane <br>Oh, a sight on pleasant Sundays was our Lah-di-dah Lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His manners were meticulous, his smile so softly sweet<br>That he soon became the butt of every urchin in our street.<br>But he took their banter calmly, and his brow wore ne'er a frown<br>Till the bully, Turk Trevanion, caused a scandal in the town.<br>A loud-mouthed blusterer was Turk, a crude, sardonic lout<br>Who made a set at Lah-di-dah, but failed to draw him out<br>Till he used, in ladies' hearing, words both blasphemous and vain:<br> Then, 'I'll meet you on the wiver flat,' said Lah-di-dah Lane. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Discreetly on that Sabbath day the word was passed about,<br>Till half the town came to the flat to see poor Lane pass out;<br>And a few expressed their pity; but the most of them were there<br>To watch in masculine contempt as, with most tender care<br>He laid aside his monocle, his grey 'hard-hitter' hat,<br>His braided coat, his collar and his lavender cravat;<br>And on the pile he neatly laid his thin Malacca cane.<br>'Now then, I'll thottle you, you thwine!' lisped Lah-di-dah lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Of that Homeric battle townsmen talk with bated breath;<br>For Lah-di-dah in action proved a streak of sudden death.<br>His straight lefts and upper-cuts revealed amazing form,<br>Till Turk, a battered, bleeding wreck, went down before the storm.<br>Then Lane resumed his monocle, his grey 'hard-hitter' hat,<br>His collar and his braided coat, his lavender cravat,<br>And under Turk's incarmined nose wagged his Malacca cane:<br>'Take that, you bwutal bwawler!' murmured Lah-di-dah Lane.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Clarence+Michael+James+Stanislaus+Dennis">Clarence Michael James Stanislaus Dennis</a><div class=q>
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One epic tale immortalises Lah-di-dah Lane,
Clerk to a local wheat-buyer in the railway yard.
Some deemed him just a 'masher,' but a few said 'knowing card' 
With his waxed moustache, his mo..."></div>
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