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Rh But now, discharged, I fall away

To do with little things again....

Gawd, 'oo knows all I cannot say,

Look after me in Thamesfontein!

If England was what England seems

An' not the England of our dreams,

But only putty, brass, an' paint,

'Ow quick we'd chuck 'er! But she ain't!