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My Uncle Bill! My Uncle Bill! / How doth my heart with anguish thrill! / For he, our chief, our Robin Hood, / Has gone to jail for stealing wood! / With tears and sobs my voice I raise / To celebrate my uncle's praise; / With all my strength, with all my skill, / I'll sing the song of Uncle Bill.
Convivial to the last degree, / An open-hearted sportsman he. / Did midnight howls our slumbers rob, / We said, "It's uncle 'on the job'. " / When sounds of fight rang sharply out, / Then Bill was bound to be about, / The foremost figure in "the scrap", / A terror to the local "trap".