| Rudyard Kipling (1865–1936). Verse: 1885–1918. 1922. | | | | When ’Omer Smote ’Is Bloomin’ Lyre |
| | | 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! | |
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| The market-girls an’ fishermen, | 5 |
| The shepherds an’ the sailors, too, | |
| They ’eard old songs turn up again, | |
| But kep’ it quiet—same as you! | |
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| They knew ’e stole; ’e knew they knowed. | |
| They didn’t tell, nor make a fuss, | 10 |
| But winked at ’Omer down the road, | |
An’ ’e winked back—the same as us!
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