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Rh "There are two in Hooe,
 * He's short and stout—I'm tall and wizen;

You've been and run the wrong one through.
 * That's how the error has arisen."

The accident was thus explained,
 * Apologies were only heard now:

"At my mistake I'm really pained,
 * I am, indeed, upon my word now."

"With me, sir, you shall be interred,
 * A Mausoleum grand awaits me"—

"Oh, pray don't say another word,
 * I'm sure that more than compensates me.

"But p'r'aps, kind Turk, you're full inside?"
 * "There's room" said he, "for any number."

And so they laid them down and died.
 * In proud Stamboul they sleep their slumber.