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Ben Battle Was A Soldier Bold, And Used To War's Alarms, But A Cannon-ball Took Off His Legs, So He Laid Down His Arms.

The Lily Is All In White, Like A Saint, And So Is No Mate For Me.

Extremes Meet', As The Whiting Said With Its Tail In Its Mouth.

But Evil Is Wrought By Want Of Thought, As Well As Want Of Heart!

For My Part, Getting Up Seems Not So Easy By Half As Lying.