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Here crashed a sturdy oath of stout John Bull,
Who damned away his eyes as heretofore:
There Paddy brogued “By Jasus!”—“What's your wull?”
The temperate Scot exclaimed: the French ghost swore
In certain terms I shan't translate in full,
As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war,
The voice of Jonathan was heard to express,
“Our President is going to war, I guess.”
Who damned away his eyes as heretofore:
There Paddy brogued “By Jasus!”—“What's your wull?”
The temperate Scot exclaimed: the French ghost swore
In certain terms I shan't translate in full,
As the first coachman will; and 'midst the war,
The voice of Jonathan was heard to express,
“Our President is going to war, I guess.”
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