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 To the Boys Who Took the Count

EE, I'm writin' to Mick as a bloke to a bloke— To a cobber o' mine at the front— An' I'm gittin' full up uv the mullock they poke At the cove that is bearin' the brunt. Fer 'e mus'n't do this an' 'e shouldn't do that, An' 'e's crook if 'e looks a bit shick, An' 'e's gittin' too uppish, an' don't touch 'is 'at— But 'ere's 'ow I puts it to Mick.

Now, it's dickin to style if yer playin' the game, If it's marbles, or shinty, or war; I've seen 'em lob 'ome 'ere, the 'alt an' the lame, That wus fine 'efty fellers before. They wus toughs, they wus crooks, they wus ev'ry bad thing, But they mixed it as gentlemen should. So 'ere's to the coot wiv 'is eye in a sling, An' a smile in the one that is good.

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