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"My ! my !
 * My !" quoth he,

"This aristocratical sneer upon
 * Your face I blush to see!

"No truly great or generous cove
 * Deserving of them names,

Would sneer at a fixed idea that's drove
 * In the mind of a !"

Said, "Upon your claims
 * No need your breath to waste;

If this is a joke, ,
 * It's a joke of doubtful taste.