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An' then there come the bay'nit charge; The blokes to left an' right They all was cursin' fine an' large, But I keep mum, an' fight. I plunks a Square-'ead in the wind, "Annoying fellow! There!" I grinned.

With that, a great, big 'ulkin' chap, Comes at me with a sword— (The thing I needed in that scrap    Was just one little word). "Haw! You—you person—" I begun, But, while I talks, he gets in one.

Fair in the neck I got that swipe, An' crumbles in a heap; An' starts to think the time is ripe To 'ave a long, deep sleep. "You are intensely rude," I said. An' so, they leaves me there fer dead.

They invaleeds me 'ome, although The wound gives me no cares. The cause of my complaint, I know, Was bottlin' up me swears Congestion of them "Damns" denied; It made me feel all swelled inside.