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And though (for years in Opposition)
We scorn the language of contrition;
And fifty times would rather beg,
Than to the Premier make a leg;
Yet if he makes the first advances,
Men should not throw away their chances:
And though we'd rather die than sink
To ask the thing in pen and ink;
Yet if he thrusts one into place,
To serve one's country's no disgrace.
We scorn the language of contrition;
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Than to the Premier make a leg;
Yet if he makes the first advances,
Men should not throw away their chances:
And though we'd rather die than sink
To ask the thing in pen and ink;
Yet if he thrusts one into place,
To serve one's country's no disgrace.
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