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Rh Commeesion on my stores? Some do; but I can not afford

To lie like stewards wi' patty-pans—. I'm older than the Board.

A bonus on the coal I save? Ou ay, the Scots are close,

But when I grudge the strength Ye gave I'll grudge their food to those.

(There's bricks that I might recommend—an' clink the fire-bars cruel.

No! Welsh—Wangarti at the worst—an' damn all patent fuel!)

Inventions? Ye must stay in port to mak' a patent pay.

My Deeferential Valve-Gear taught me how that business lay,

I blame no chaps wi' clearer head for aught they make or sell.

I found that I could not invent an' look to these—as well.

So, wrestled wi' Apollyon—Nah!—fretted like a bairn—

But burned the workin'-plans last run wi' all I hoped to earn.