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 Now, Poole sticks be 'is Party, an' I don't deny 'is right; But when 'e starts abusin' mine 'e's lookin' for a fight. So I delivers good 'ome truths about 'is crowd; then Poole Wags 'is ole beard across the fence an' tells me I'm a fool.

Now, that's the dizzy limit; so I lays aside the reins, An' starts to prove 'e's storin' mud where most blokes keeps their brains. 'E decorates 'is answers, an' we're goin' it ding-dong, When this returned bloke, Digger Smith, comes sauntering along.

Poole's gripped the fence as though 'e means to tear the rails in two, An' eyes my waggin' finger like 'e wants to 'ave a chew. Then Digger Smith 'e grins at Poole, an' then 'e looks at me, An' sez, quite soft an' friendly-like, "Winnin' the war?" sez 'e.

Now, Poole deserves it, an' I'm pleased the lad give 'im that jolt. 'E goes fair mad in argument when once 'e gets a holt. "Yeh make me sad," sez Digger Smith: "the both uv you." sez 'e. "The both uv us! Gawstruth!" sez I. "You ain't includin' me?"