:17:04
# This helmet I suppose
:17:06
# Was meant to ward off blows
:17:09
# It's very hot and weighs a lot
:17:12
# As many a guardsman knows
:17:14
# As many a guardsman knows
:17:17
# As many a guardsman knows
:17:20
# As many a guardsman knows
:17:22
# So off
:17:25
# So off that helmet goes
:17:28
# Yes, yes, yes!
:17:30
# So off that helmet goes
:17:34
# This tight-fitting cuirass
:17:36
# Is but a useless mass
:17:38
# It's made of steel and weighs a deal
:17:41
# This tight-fitting cuirass
:17:44
# Is but a useless mass
:17:46
# A man is but an ass
:17:50
# Who fights in a cuirass
:17:52
# So off
:17:55
# So off goes that cuirass
:17:57
# Yes, yes, yes
:18:01
# So off goes that cuirass
:18:04
# Behold!
:18:06
My voice.
My voice - I've strained my voice.
:18:10
I've been trying too hard.
:18:13
The smaller the house,
the greater the effort.
:18:15
I'm very cross with myself.
I should know better.
:18:18
One's knocking one's pipes out
in a vain attempt to elicit a response...
:18:22
...from three colonial bishops, two elderly
ladies and an intoxicated costermonger!
:18:27
They're roasting in their own lard,
like the Christmas goose.
:18:30
And the costermonger left at the interval.
:18:32
- Did he?
- Mm.
:18:34
Ha! A man of infinite taste. Clearly!
:18:37
Will you take a wee gargle
of my salt water?
:18:39
No, thank you.
It would put me in mind of my boyhood.
:18:42
Mm. Do forgive me.
:18:44
Not at all.
:18:48
I fear that dear Mr Gilbert
has run out of ideas.
:18:51
- No.
- He doesn't know what to do with me!
:18:54
Ponder this.
:18:55
He thrusts me into
tight-fitting pots and pails...
:18:58
...and poaches me
like a fucking haddock!