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 In lavish stream his accents flow,
 * ,, and dare not flout him;

He argued high, he argued low,
 * He also argued round about him.

"Ha, ha!" he said, "you loathe your ways,
 * You writhe at these, my words of warning,

In agony your hands you raise."
 * (And so they did, for they were yawning.)

To "Twenty-firstly" on they go.
 * The lads do not attempt to scout him;

He argued high, he argued low,
 * He also argued round about him.

"Ho, ho!" he cries, "you bow your crests—
 * My eloquence has set you weeping;

In shame you bend upon your breasts!"
 * (And so they did, for they were sleeping.)

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