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If you've money or plate in the bank
we're the principal parties to thank.
Our regiment sends you a squad that defends you from anarchist greedy and lank.
In the cellars and over roof,
we keep all intruders aloof,
and no-one can go in to rob Mr Bowen of what he describes as the oof.
That's our right. And if any wicked gentry
try by night to make a burglarious entry,
they take fright at the sight of the busbied sentry.
'Bless my soul', he said, 'that reminds me of a song in a musical comedy Galahad took me to when we were young men. About the Grenadiers Guards guarding the Bank of England at night. How dit it go? "If you've money or plate in the bank', sang Lord Emsworth in a reedy tenor like an escape of gas, "we're the principal parties to thank. Our regiment sends you a squad that defends you from anarchist greedy and lank".' ...
Sunset at Blandings. Chapter 14
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