A Nation spoke to a Nation, A Queen sent word to a Throne: 'Daughter am I in my mother's house, But mistress in my own. The gates are mine to open, As the gates are mine to close, And I set my house in order,' Said our Lady of the Snows.

'E's a sort of a bloomin' cosmopolouse - soldier an' sailor too.

Take up the White Man's burden - Send forth the best ye breed - Go bind your sons to exile To serve your captives' need.

We have fed our sea for a thousand years And she calls us, still unfed, Though there's never a wave of all her waves But marks our English dead.

'I make note that I have never had, nor have wished to have, what is called a boss'

'A man, a real man, must never be an agent, a tool, or a gambler - acting for himself or for others - he must employ such. A real man - a financier - is never …

I will have one mistress here, and no master! No man shall rule over me