H'if a yankee cutthroat ‘acks ‘is poor hold mother,
H'it tykes a year to pack ‘im h'off to jyle;
‘E can h'always dig h'up some h'excuse or hotter
To keep your justice creepin' like a snyle.
But h'in H'England, h'if a bloke gets h'into trouble,
To the pen h'in arf a jiffy ‘e will roam;
H'if ‘e mykes a fight ‘is punishment will double
We do things so muc better h'over ‘ome.

H'if a bloomin' Yankee starts to build a dwelling
‘E slaps h'it h'up without a bit h'of care,
In ‘arf the time h'it tykes me in the telling,
‘E ‘as the chimney pot h'up in the h'air.
But h'in H'England ‘ouses h'always last forever,
We build ‘em right, from cellar to dome;
H'although you bloomin' Yankees think you're clever,
We do things so much better h'over ‘ome.

‘Ere h'it's always ‘elter-skelter, rush and bustle,
H'and h'it's pell-mell h'into h'everthing you do;
You h'even teach your children ‘ow to ‘ustle
Your meals you never tyke the time to chew.
But h'in H'England, when h'it's tea time, we stop working,
H'an H'I wish that H'I was back h'across the foam,
H'in my ‘ead the notoin still h'is plynely lurking,
We do things so much better h'over ‘ome.

About Edgar Albert Guest

Edgar Allen Guest also known as Eddie Guest was a prolific English-born American poet who was popular in the first half of the 20th century and became known as the People's Poet. Eddie Guest was born in Birmingham, England in 1881, moving to Michigan USA as a young child, it was here he was educated. In 1895, the year before Henry Ford took his first ride in a motor carriage, Eddie Guest signed on with the Free Press as a 13-year-old office boy. He stayed for 60 years. In those six decades, Detroit underwent half a dozen identity changes, but... Read more...

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Akhtar ul Iman (Urdu: اختر الایمان) was a noted Urdu poet and screenwriter in Hindi cinema, who had major influence on modern Urdu nazm.

He won the Filmfare Award for Best Dialogue in 1963 for Dharmputra and 1966 for Waqt. He was awarded the 1962 Sahitya Akademi Award in Urdu,...

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Gud Hellig-Aand! i Tro os lær
Vor Frelser-Mand alene
Af Hjertet ret at have kiær,
Og Hannem saa at tjene,
At vi fra Dødens Grumhed maae
I Herrens Liv den Redning faae,
Hans Død os dyrt fortjende!

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