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 was a soldier tried,
 * A chief of warlike dons;

A haughty stride and a withering pride
 * Were.

A sneer would play on his martial phiz,
 * Superior birth to show;

"Pish!" was a favourite word of his,
 * And he often said "Ho! ho!"

described might be,
 * As a man of a mournful mind;

No characteristic trait had he
 * Of any distinctive kind.

From the ranks, one day, cried ,
 * "Oh! ,

I've doubts of our respective names,
 * My mournful mind upon.

"A glimmering thought occurs to me,
 * (Its source I can't unearth)

But I've a kind of notion we
 * Were cruelly changed at birth

"I've a strange idea, each other's names
 * That we have each got on.

Such things have been," said.
 * "They have!" sneered.

"My, I swear upon
 * My oath I think 'tis so—"

"Pish!" proudly sneered his ,
 * And he also said, "Ho! ho!"