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BARRACK-ROOM BALLADS
When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin'
lyre,
He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
An' what he thought 'e might
require,
'E went an' took -- the same as me!
The market-girls an' fishermen,
The shepherds an' the sailors, too,
They 'eard old songs turn up
again,
But kep' it quiet -- same as
you!
They knew 'e stole; 'e knew
they knowed.
They didn't tell, nor make a fuss,
But winked at 'Omer down the
road,
An' 'e winked back -- the same as us!
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