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Rh A lion of a man; His rifle madly swinging, His soul athirst to slay, His slogan ringing, ringing, “The Layjun lades the way!”

''Till in a pit death-baited ''Where Huns with Maxims waited, ''He plunged… and there, blood-sated, ''To death he stabbed his way.

Now Kelly was a fellow Who simply loathed a fight: He loved a tavern mellow, Grog hot and pipe alight; I’m sure the Show appalled him, And yet without dismay, When Death and Duty called him, He up and led the way.

''So in Valhalla drinking (If heroes meek and shrinking Are suffered there), I’m thinking ''’Tis Kelly leads the way.