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p. 474‘When Omer Smote Is Bloomin’ Lyrelocked

  • Rudyard Kipling

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When ’Omer smote ’is bloomin’ lyre, He’d ’eard men sing by land an’ sea; An’ what he thought ’e might require, ’E went an’ took—the same as me! The market-girls an’ fishermen, The shepherds an’ the sailors, too, They ’eard old songs turn up again,...

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