There was twa sisters in a bower, Binnorie, O Binnorie; There came a knight to be their wooer, By the bonnie mill-dams o' Binnorie.
I am the monarch of the sea, The Ruler of the Queen's Navee, Whose praise Great Britain loudly chants And we are his sisters, and his cousins, and his aunts!
O! men with sisters dear, O! men with mothers and wives! It is not linen you're wearing out, But human creatures' lives!
For the Colonel's Lady an' Judy O'Grady Are sisters under their skins!
Feminism has become a catch-all vegetable drawer where bunches of clingy sob sisters can store their moldy neuroses.
Thislittlesteamer, likeall herbraveand battered sisters,is immortal. She'll go sailing proudly down the years in the epic of Dunkirk. And our great-great-grand-children, when they learn how we began this war by snatching glory out of defeat, and then swept on to victory, may also learn how the little holiday steamers made an excursion to hell and came back glorious.