| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 585 |
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`That's the idear,' said Harlow, and the three began to march about the room in Indian file, singing: 'We've got no work to do-oo-oo' We've got no work to do-oo-oo! Just because we've been workin' a dam sight too hard, Now we've got no work to do.' As they marched round, the crowd jeered at them and made offensive remarks. Crass said that anyone could see that they were a lot of lazy, drunken loafers who had never done a fair day's work in their lives and never intended to. `We shan't never get nothing like this, you know,' said Philpot. `Let's try the religious dodge.' `All right,' agreed Harlow. `What shall we give 'em?' `I know!' cried Philpot after a moment's deliberation. `"Let my lower lights be burning." That always makes 'em part up.' |
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