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And That Is Called Paying The Dane-geld; But We've Proved It Again And Again, That If Once You Have Paid Him The Dane-geld You Never Get Rid Of The Dane.

Twenty Bridges From Tower To Kew — (twenty Bridges Or Twenty Two) — Wanted To Know What The River Knew, For They Were Young, And The Thames Was Old And This Is The Tale That River Told.

And The First Rude Sketch That The World Had Seen Was Joy To His Mighty Heart, Till The Devil Whispered Behind The Leaves 'it's Pretty, But Is It Art?'

A Man's Mind Is Wont To Tell Him More Than Seven Watchmen Sitting In A Tower.

We're Poor Little Lambs Who've Lost Our Way, Baa! Baa! Baa! We're Little Black Sheep Who've Gone Astray, Baa-aa-aa! Gentlemen-rankers Out On The Spree, Damned From Here To Eternity, God Ha' Mercy On Such As We, Baa! Yah! Bah!