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AN' SO 'e's dead in London, / An' answered to the call, / An' trotted through the Long Street, / With 'earse an' plumes an' all? / We was village boys an' brothers -- / We was warm as we could be, / In the milk-walk an' the fried fish, / Up in London, 'im an' me.
We was warm, / We was warm, / As we 'ad always been; / We never 'ad a dry word / Till she come between.