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Rh And as he wallops, he mutters low
 * Strange, incomprehensible words;

And now he swims as the fishes swim,
 * And now he flies like the birds.

You may laugh if you will at this tale of mine,
 * You may greet this song with a sneer,

But there surely can be no sadder sight
 * Than a Walloping Bandolier!

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