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 Oh, A'V recruit w learning to shuut, the Boy Scout

scouteth still, — But after them all, the dons, the dojis ! — the deathless

dons do drill ! " Louvain !" is the word, and their souls are stirred;

for they think of their matchless tuns, And the ground shall be dusted ere Oxford's crusted

port shall be broached by Huns I

— Wilfrid Blair.

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