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We never suffer from a want of space: we can afford to give you as wide a berth as you like. What little suffices for us is never the bone of contention between any rival claimants. Is not that so, my little friends? [They sing.

We have nothing, indeed we have nothing at all!
 * We sing merrily fol de rol de rol!

Some build high walls of their houses
 * On the bog of the sands of gold.

We stand before them and sing
 * Fol de rol de rol.

Pickpockets hover about us
 * And honour us with covetous glances.

We shake our empty pockets and sing
 * Fol de rol de rol.