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18 But behind him what a yell Of execration fell From lips that lent themselves to shapes of great profanitee! For the people of that town Were done a lovely brown By plain Josephus Riley, from the North Countree.

And here's the reason why: The tea was simply ! You might eat it, but to drink it was impossibilitee; Yet, curious to state, Men did not appreciate This hum'rous innovation from the North Countree.

You'll understand, of course, That wager was a source Of very little profit to the hapless wageree; And, dating from that day, I much regret to say Men look askance at Riley, from the North Countree.