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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 roar The voice of Jonathan was heard to express, “Our president is going to war, I guess.”
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