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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=511154" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Widow At Windsor</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Ave you 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor<br> With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?<br>She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,<br> An' she pays us poor beggars in red.<br> (Ow, poor beggars in red!)<br>There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,<br> There's 'er mark on the medical stores --<br>An' 'er troopers you'll find with a fair wind be'ind<br> That takes us to various wars.<br> (Poor beggars! -- barbarious wars!)<br> Then 'ere's to the Widow at Windsor,<br> An' 'ere's to the stores an' the guns,<br> The men an' the 'orses what makes up the forces<br> O' Missis Victorier's sons.<br> (Poor beggars! Victorier's sons!)<br> <br>Walk wide o' the Widow at Windsor,<br> For 'alf o' Creation she owns:<br>We 'ave bought 'er the same with the sword an' the flame,<br> An' we've salted it down with our bones.<br> (Poor beggars! -- it's blue with our bones!)<br>Hands off o' the sons o' the Widow,<br> Hands off o' the goods in 'er shop,<br>For the Kings must come down an' the Emperors frown<br> When the Widow at Windsor says &quot;Stop&quot;!<br> (Poor beggars! -- we're sent to say &quot;Stop&quot;!)<br> Then 'ere's to the Lodge o' the Widow,<br> From the Pole to the Tropics it runs --<br> To the Lodge that we tile with the rank an' the file,<br> An' open in form with the guns.<br> (Poor beggars! -- it's always they guns!)<br> <br>We 'ave 'eard o' the Widow at Windsor,<br> It's safest to let 'er alone:<br>For 'er sentries we stand by the sea an' the land<br> Wherever the bugles are blown.<br> (Poor beggars! -- an' don't we get blown!)<br>Take 'old o' the Wings o' the Mornin',<br> An' flop round the earth till you're dead;<br>But you won't get away from the tune that they play<br> To the bloomin' old rag over'ead.<br> (Poor beggars! -- it's 'ot over'ead!)<br> Then 'ere's to the sons o' the Widow,<br> Wherever, 'owever they roam.<br> 'Ere's all they desire, an' if they require<br> A speedy return to their 'ome.<br> (Poor beggars! -- they'll never see 'ome!)</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rudyard+Kipling">Rudyard Kipling</a><div class=q>
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 With a hairy gold crown on 'er 'ead?
She 'as ships on the foam -- she 'as millions at 'ome,
 An' she pays us poor beggars in red.
 (Ow, poor beggars in red!)
There's 'er nick on the cavalry 'orses,
 There's ..."></div>
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