current at my school in Cambridge, England in the 1950s -

Shit said the King and a thousand arseholes strained.
Stop said the King and a thousand turds were nipped in the bud.
For in those days, the King's word was law

also (in a broad Yorkshire accent):

And God said unto Ahab - go forth into t' desert
And Ahab went forth into t' desert.
And whilst in t' desert, flaxen-haired maiden come unto Ahab and said -
Wilt thou tarry with me here ? And Ahab said - Yea, I will!.
And it came to pass that Ahab tarried for forty days and forty nights. And on forty first day, flaxen-haired maiden come unto Ahab and said - Lo ! I am great with child. What steps wilt thou take ? and Ahab said - Bloody great big ones, and buggered off into t' desert.