| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 502 |
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| Chapter | -- |
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This proposal - slightly modified - met with general approval, the modification being suggested by Philpot, who insisted on standing one final round of drinks before they went. While they were pouring this down their throats, Crass took a penny from his waistcoat pocket and put it in the slot of the polyphone. The landlord put a fresh disc into it and wound it up and it began to play `The Boys of the Bulldog Breed.' The Semi-drunk happened to know the words of the chorus of this song, and when he heard the music he started unsteadily to his feet and with many fierce looks and gestures began to roar at the top of his voice: `They may build their ships, my lads, And try to play the game, But they can't build the boys of the Bulldog breed, |
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