went into a public- ’ouse to get a pint o’beer.
The publican ’e up an’ sez, «We serve no red-coats here».
The girls be’ind the bar they laughed and giggled fit to die,
I outs into the street again an’ to myself sez I:
O it’s Tommy this, an’ Tommy that, an’ Tommy, go away’;
But it’s «Thank you, Mister Atkins», when the band begins to play…
(Rudyard Kipling, «Tommy»)