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The seventh ends the mournful line, Poor Stephen with his fractured spine, A debt owe these good sons of mine, That Foot-ball!

And as we pass the street-boys cry, "Look at them cripples!" I but sigh, "You're right, my friends. But would you fly A lot like ours; oh, do not try        That Foot-ball!"