There was an old British major lived outside the town I come from, and he always talked as if he had a cut in his lip or something - one of these terribly nice sorts of chaps. And there was this poor old beggarman came up one day, and he was going to touch him for a shilling or two.
So he walked up to him, the major was down at the door, smoking a cigar. And the major looked at him and said, "BE OFF, BE OFF, BE OFF, you should have a job, you should be working!"
And the beggarman looked up at him and he said, "Ah major," he says, "that kind of thing is for other sorts of people - not for the likes of me or you."
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