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After Peace Night	A
	-
Dear Sir or Madam	B
As the case may be	C
When Britain first	D
At Heaving's command	E
Arose from out	F
The azure main	G
This was the chawter	H
Of that land	E
And gawdian a a a a angels	I
Sang this strain	G
Don't you think so	J
For my own part	K
I am quite sure of it	L
Monday night convinced me	C
Mafeking night	A
As you may remember	H
Was a honeyed	A
And beautiful affair	H
But	A
Peace night	A
I think	M
Really outdid it in splendours	J
At the cafe	N
Which I most frequent	A
All was Peace	J
Round the table next mine	O
There were seventeen Jews	J
With a Union Jack	P
Ever and anon	O
Between drinks as it were	H
They held up	Q
That Union Jack	P
And yelled	A
Shend him victoriouth	R
'Appy and gloriouth	R
Long to o reign over uth	R
c c	C
I wonder my dear Sir or Madam	B
Why the Jews are so pleased	A
I can't make it out	A
Howsomever	H
Pleased they are	H
And a pleased Jew	S
Is worth a king's ransom	B
Or words to that effect	A
Peace my dear Sir or Madam	B
Is a chaste and choice	J
Thing	T
	-
Outside the aforesaid cafe	N
The crowd	A
Was so numerous	J
And exuberant	A
That I was compelled	A
Much to my annoyance of course	J
To remain inside	A
Till closing time	U
Then I went home	V
In the friendly embrace	J
Of a four wheeler	H
For a little while	W
There was much shouting and yelling and roaring and squeaking and singing	T
And then I knew	S
No more	H
My cab	X
Bowled away	N
Through the sweet evening air	H
That is to say	N
If the common or Regent Street growler	H
Ever does bowl away	N
And all the time	U
I snored	A
Duly awakened	A
Outside my bungalow	J
I raked up the fare	H
And in reply to kind enquiries	N
In the hall	Y
I remarked	A
Peace O woman of mine	O
Peace	N

Thomas William Hodgson Crosland

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