The Irish Colonel, por Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

The Irish Colonel

Said the king to the colonel,

‘The complaints are eternal,

That you Irish give more trouble

Than any other corps.’

Said the colonel to the king,

‘This complaint is no new thing,

For your foemen, sire,

have made it A hundred times before.’

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