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 I came to Umzimkulu &emsp;With a pain in my head; I ought to ha' bought med'cine, &emsp;But I liquored instead: Never used to drink with Jim; There's a girl that asked for him; But the jackals root at Bashee— &emsp;An' Jim, he's dead! Perceval Gibbon.