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Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air He mopped up all the atmosphere--so little went to spare You could hardly say he breathed, he "commandeered" it.
For nowadays you'll notice when a man is "on the make", And other people's property is anxious for to take, We never use such words as "steal", or "collar", "pinch", or "shake". No, the fashion is to say we "commandeered" it.