They copied all they could copy, But they couldn't copy my mind; And I left them sweatin' and stealin', A year and a half behind.
Rudyard KiplingThe American has no language, he has a dialect, slang, provincialism, accent and so forth
Rudyard KiplingYou may talk o' gin and beer When you're quartered safe out 'ere, An' you're sent to penny-fights an' Aldershot it; But when it comes to slaughter You will do your work on water, An' you'll lick the bloomin' boots of 'im that's got it.
Rudyard Kipling