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122 In every weather, every day,
 * Dry, muddy, wet, or gritty,

He took to dancing all the way
 * From Brompton to the City.
 * You do not often get the chance,
 * Of seeing sugar-brokers dance,
 * From their abode
 * In Fulham Road
 * Through Brompton to the City.

He braved the gay and guileless laugh
 * Of children with their nusses,

The loud uneducated chaff
 * Of clerks on omnibuses.
 * Against all minor things that rack
 * A nicely balanced mind, I'll back
 * The noisy laugh
 * And ill-bred laugh
 * Of clerks on omnibuses.

His friends, who heard his money chink,
 * And saw the house he rented,

And knew his wife, could never think
 * What made him discontented.
 * It never entered their pure minds
 * That fads are of eccentric kinds,
 * Nor would they own
 * That fat alone
 * Could make one discontented.