When 'Omer Smote 'Is Bloomin' Lyre (Rudyard Kipling) When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre He'd heard men sing on land and sea, An' what he thought 'e might require 'E went and took--the same as me! The market-girls and fishermen The shepherds and' 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. RG
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