It's the same the whole world over: It's the poor what gets the blame. It's the rich what gets the pleasure; Ain't it all a bloomin' shame.
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie, She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather The bonnie bloomin' heather Mary, ma Scotch Bluebell.Sir Harry (Hugh MacLennan) Lauder
Look at the children, bloomin' excited,Ain't it grand to be bloomin' well dead!Look at the neighbours, bloomin' delighted,Ain't it grand to be bloomin' well dead!
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre, He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea; An' what he thought 'e might require, 'E went an' took the same as me!rudyard kipling
It's like a book, I think, this bloomin' world, Which you can read and care for just so long, But presently you feel that you will die Unless you get the page you're readin' done, An' turn another likely not so good; But what you're after is to turn 'em all.rudyard kipling
'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse soldier an' sailor too.rudyard kipling
It is not the guns or armament Or the money they can pay, It's the close co-operation That makes them win the day. It is not the individual Or the army as a whole, But the everlastin' teamwork Of every bloomin' soul.
I love a lassie, a bonnie, bonnie lassie. She's as pure as the lily in the dell. She's as sweet as the heather, the bonnie, bloomin' heather, Mary, ma Scotch Blue-bell.