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When the gusts are at play with the trees on the lawn	A
And the lights are put out in the vault of the night	B
When within all is snug for the curtains are drawn	A
And the fire is aglow and the lamps are alight	B
Sometimes as I muse from the place where I am	C
My thoughts fly away to a room near the Cam	C
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'Tis a ramshackle room where a man might complain	D
Of a slope in the ceiling a rise in the floor	E
With a view on a court and a glimpse on a lane	D
And no end of cool wind through the chinks of the door	E
With a deep seated chair that I love to recall	F
And some groups of young oarsmen in shorts on the wall	F
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There's a fat jolly jar of tobacco some pipes	G
A meerschaum a briar a cherry a clay	H
There's a three handled cup fit for Audit or Swipes	G
When the breakfast is done and the plates cleared away	H
There's a litter of papers of books a scratch lot	I
Such as Plato and Dickens and Liddell and Scott	I
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And a crone in a bonnet that's more like a rag	J
From a mist of remembrance steps suddenly out	K
And her funny old tongue never ceases to wag	J
As she tidies the room where she bustles about	K
For a man may be strong and a man may be young	L
But he can't put a drag on a Bedmaker's tongue	L
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And oh there's a youngster who sits at his ease	M
In the hope which is vain that the tongue may run down	N
With his feet on the grate and a book on his knees	M
And his cheeks they are smooth and his hair it is brown	N
Then I sigh myself back to the place where I am	C
From that ramshackle room near the banks of the Cam	C

R. C. Lehmann

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