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I get the last word

Response to a Scottish M.C. at a choir concert who had on the previous evenings made fun of my Ulster accent.

These past few nights, there has been one
Who understandeth not
The words with which I did orate
"Bicuz of the accent I 'ave gat".

And so I have the words typed out,
So you can follow through
And now dear James, I do present
A copy, just for you.

A round of applause followed;

 Direct to the M.C.

Well now, they understood all that,
They'll understand the rest,
You see, whene'er you deal wi' me,
You're dealing with, 'the best'

Another round of applause

His response? -- "Colin, I bow to the master"

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