'Oh, where are you going to, all you Big Steamers, With England's own coal, up and down the salt seas?'
'We are going to fetch you your bread and your butter, Your beef, pork, and mutton, eggs, apples and cheese.'
Thereneed, at all events, be none ofthis,if peoplewould but live upon their own estates, and kill their own mutton.Maria Edgeworth
We're as dead as mutton, you realise? RIP. It's ridiculous, isn't it?
A joint of mutton, and any pretty little tiny kick-shaws, tell William cook.
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