Curry On!

Once more unto the restaurant, dear friends, once more;


Or close the shop up with our English dread.

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Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood,


Disguise fair curry with hard-flavour'd sage

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I see you stand, like greyhounds in the slips,


Straining upon the starter. The game's afoot; 


Follow your spirit, and upon this charge


Cry 'God for Curry, England, and Saint George!'