He walks with kings, and has the common touch,
Drinks Guinness by the pint, and tea from cups
Of finest china; suave and debonair
When called upon, but also he can swear.
He flirts outrageously with all the ladies,
The titled women and the Sexy Sadies,
Even the so-called liberated type
Fall victim to his Olde Worlde charm and hype.
A man for every season, house and mood;
Be he refined or simply loud and crude,
He's never out of context, coarse or prim,
That's why we're all of us so found of him;
The gentleman of style in three piece suit,
And, in a twist, the foul-mouthed, bar room brute.
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