Barrack-Room Ballads

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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,
  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!

© Rudyard Kipling