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The rum was rich and rare:

There were wagers in the air:

The atmosphere was rosy, and the tongues were wagging free;

But one was in the revel

Whose occiput was level—

Plain Josephus Riley, from the North Countree!

The conversation's flow

Was not devoid of blow,

And neither was it wanting in the mild, colloquial D

With a most ingenuous smile,

'This here is not my style,'

Said plain Josephus Riley, from the North Countree.

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