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and a Britisher named Travis A hundred and eighty Americans against five thousand to the death
the Malay States There are hats like plates Which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon And no further work is done But mad dogs
the Malay States There are hats like plates Which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon And no further work is done But mad dogs
the glare In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done But
the glare In the Malay States there are hats like plates which the Britishers won't wear At twelve noon the natives swoon and no further work is done But
dumb Trynna divide us on religion If I speak up it's sacrilegious Swear the Britishers, didn't pillage us Half as much as the government It's a couple
britisher Bigger than andre the giant, but kind of miniature Sinister, full of piss and full of vinegar Can't even do a proper figure four leg lock Cause
Britisher Young Flibbertigibbet We aren't given to visitors So just sit in the middle As I am spilling my riddles And sipping a little with a platter of some
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