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, But kep` it quiet — same as you! They knew `e stole; `e knew they knowed. They didn`t tell, nor make a fuss, But winked at `Omer down the road, An` `e winked back — the same as us!SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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