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210 He bore a workhouse brand,
 * No pa or ma had claimed him,

The Beadle found him, and
 * The Board of Guardians named him.

P'r'aps some princess's son—
 * A beggar p'r'aps his mother!

He rather thought the one,
 * I rather think the other.

He liked his ship at sea,
 * He loved the salt sea-water;

He worshipped junk, and he
 * Adored the First Lord's daughter.

The First Lord's daughter proud,
 * Snubbed earls and viscounts nightly—

She sneered at barts aloud,
 * And spurned poor.

Whene'er he sailed afar
 * Upon a Channel cruise, he

Unpacked his light guitar
 * And sang this ballad (Boosey).