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I	A
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Whate'er I be old England is my dam	B
So there's my answer to the judges clear	C
I'm nothing of a fox nor of a lamb	B
I don't know how to bleat nor how to leer	C
I'm for the nation	D
That's why you see me by the wayside here	C
Returning home from transportation	D
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II	A
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It's Summer in her bath this morn I think	E
I'm fresh as dew and chirpy as the birds	F
And just for joy to see old England wink	E
Thro' leaves again I could harangue the herds	F
Isn't it something	G
To speak out like a man when you've got words	F
And prove you're not a stupid dumb thing	G
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III	A
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They shipp'd me of for it I'm here again	H
Old England is my dam whate'er I be	I
Says I I'll tramp it home and see the grain	J
If you see well you're king of what you see	I
Eyesight is having	G
If you're not given I said to gluttony	I
Such talk to ignorance sounds as raving	G
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IV	-
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You dear old brook that from his Grace's park	K
Come bounding on you run near my old town	L
My lord can't lock the water nor the lark	K
Unless he kills him can my lord keep down	L
Up is the song note	M
I've tried it too for comfort and renown	L
I rather pitch'd upon the wrong note	M
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V	-
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I'm not ashamed Not beaten's still my boast	N
Again I'll rouse the people up to strike	O
But home's where different politics jar most	N
Respectability the women like	O
This form or that form	P
The Government may be hungry pike	O
But don't you mount a Chartist platform	P
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VI	-
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Well well Not beaten spite of them I shout	Q
And my estate is suffering for the Cause	R
No what is yon brown water rat about	Q
Who washes his old poll with busy paws	S
What does he mean by't	-
It's like defying all our natural laws	S
For him to hope that he'll get clean by't	-
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VII	-
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His seat is on a mud bank and his trade	T
Is dirt he's quite contemptible and yet	U
The fellow's all as anxious as a maid	T
To show a decent dress and dry the wet	U
Now it's his whisker	C
And now his nose and ear he seems to get	U
Each moment at the motion brisker	C
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VIII	-
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To see him squat like little chaps at school	V
I could let fly a laugh with all my might	W
He peers hangs both his fore paws bless that fool	V
He's bobbing at his frill now what a sight	W
Licking the dish up	X
As if he thought to pass from black to white	W
Like parson into lawny bishop	X
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IX	S
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The elms and yellow reed flags in the sun	D
Look on quite grave the sunlight flecks his side	Y
And links of bindweed flowers round him run	D
And shine up doubled with him in the tide	Y
I'M nearly splitting	G
But nature seems like seconding his pride	Y
And thinks that his behaviour's fitting	G
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X	S
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That isle o' mud looks baking dry with gold	Z
His needle muzzle still works out and in	A2
It really is a wonder to behold	Z
And makes me feel the bristles of my chin	A2
Judged by appearance	S
I fancy of the two I'm nearer Sin	A2
And might as well commence a clearance	S
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XI	S
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And that's what my fine daughter said she meant	B2
Pray hold your tongue and wear a Sunday face	S
Her husband the young linendraper spent	B2
Much argument thereon I'm their disgrace	S
Bother the couple	C2
I feel superior to a chap whose place	S
Commands him to be neat and supple	C2
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XII	S
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But if I go and say to my old hen	H
I'll mend the gentry's boots and keep discreet	D2
Until they grow TOO violent why then	H
A warmer welcome I might chance to meet	D2
Warmer and better	C
And if she fancies her old cock is beat	D2
And drops upon her knees so let her	C
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XIII	S
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She suffered for me women you'll observe	-
Don't suffer for a Cause but for a man	E2
When I was in the dock she show'd her nerve	-
I saw beneath her shawl my old tea can	E2
Trembling she brought it	F2
To screw me for my work she loath'd my plan	E2
And therefore doubly kind I thought it	F2
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XIV	-
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I've never lost the taste of that same tea	S
That liquor on my logic floats like oil	G2
When I state facts and fellows disagree	S
For human creatures all are in a coil	G2
All may want pardon	D
I see a day when every pot will boil	G2
Harmonious in one great Tea garden	D
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XV	-
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We wait the setting of the Dandy's day	H2
Before that time He's furbishing his dress	S
He WILL be ready for it and I say	H2
That yon old dandy rat amid the cress	S
Thanks to hard labour	C
If cleanliness is next to godliness	S
The old fat fellow's heaven's neighbour	C
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XVI	-
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You teach me a fine lesson my old boy	I2
I've looked on my superiors far too long	J2
And small has been my profit as my joy	I2
You've done the right while I've denounced the wrong	J2
Prosper me later	C
Like you I will despise the sniggering throng	J2
And please myself and my Creator	C
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XVII	-
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I'll bring the linendraper and his wife	-
Some day to see you taking off my hat	K2
Should they ask why I'll answer in my life	-
I never found so true a democrat	K2
Base occupation	D
Can't rob you of your own esteem old rat	K2
I'll preach you to the British nation	D

George Meredith

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