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Rh To seek the poor policeman out
 * Bold spirits volunteered,

And when they swore they'd solve the doubt
 * The Men of London cheered.



And in a yard, dark, dank, and drear,
 * They found him, on the floor—

It leads, from Richmond Buildings—near
 * The Royalty stage-door.

With brandy cold and brandy hot
 * They plied him starved and wet,

And made him sergeant on the spot—
 * The Men of London's pet!