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 But no—the clown my prospects blights—
 * (The worth of birth it surely teaches!)

"Why should I want to spend my nights
 * In Parliament, a-making speeches?

"I haven't never been to school—
 * I ain't had not no eddication—

And I should surely be a fool
 * To publish that to all the nation!"



I offered him a trotting horse—
 * No hack had ever trotted faster—

I also offered him, of course,
 * A rare, and curious "old Master."

I offered to procure him weeds—
 * Wines fit for one in his position—

But, though an ass in all his deeds.
 * He'd learnt the meaning of "commission."