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Oh one gets used to everything	A
I hum a merry song	B
And up the street and round the square	C
I wheel my chair along	B
For look you how my chest is sound	D
And how my arms are strong	B
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Oh one gets used to anything	A
It's awkward at the first	E
And jolting o'er the cobbles gives	F
A man a grievous thirst	E
But of all ills that one must bear	C
That's surely not the worst	E
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For there's the cafe open wide	G
And there they set me up	H
And there I smoke my caporal	I
Above my cider cup	H
And play manille a while before	J
I hurry home to sup	H
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At home the wife is waiting me	K
With smiles and pigeon pie	L
And little Zi Zi claps her hands	M
With laughter loud and high	L
And if there's cause to growl I fail	I
To see the reason why	L
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And all the evening by the lamp	N
I read some tale of crime	O
Or play my old accordion	P
With Marie keeping time	O
Until we hear the hour of ten	Q
From out the steeple chime	O
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Then in the morning bright and soon	R
No moment do I lose	S
Within my little cobbler's shop	T
To gain the silver sous	S
Good luck one has no need of legs	U
To make a pair of shoes	S
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And every Sunday oh it's then	Q
I am the happy man	V
They wheel me to the river side	G
And there with rod and can	V
I sit and fish and catch a dish	W
Of goujons for the pan	V
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Aye one gets used to everything	A
And doesn't seem to mind	X
Maybe I'm happier than most	Y
Of my two legged kind	X
For look you at the darkest cloud	Z
Lo how it's silver lined	X

Robert William Service

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