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						When 'Omer Smote 'Is Bloomin' Lyre by Rudyard Kipling 
						
						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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