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 "You are Sir Brian—don't laugh, You are Sir Brian—don't cry; You are Sir Brian, as bold as a lion— Sir Brian, the lion, good-bye!"

Sir Brian struggled home again, and chopped up his battleaxe, Sir Brian took his fighting boots, and threw them in the fire. He is quite a different person now he hasn't got his spurs on, And he goes about the village as B. Botany, Esquire. "I am Sir Brian? Oh, no! I am Sir Brian? Who's he? I haven't got any title, I'm Botany— Plain Mr. Botany (B)."