A TALL, slight, English gentleman, With an eyeglass to his eye; He mostly says "Good-Bai" to you, When he means to say "Good-bye"; He shakes hands like a ladies' man, For all the world to see-- But they know, in Corners of the World. No ladies' man is he.
A tall, slight English gentleman, Who hates to soil his hands; He takes his mother's drawing-room To the most outlandish lands; And when, through Hells we dream not of, His battery prevails, He cleans the grime of gunpowder And blue blood from his nails.
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