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Who sprang to be his land's defense / And has been sorry ever since? / Cadet! / Who can't date a single girl / Long as kee-wees run the world? / Kay -- det!
With food in their bellies and a quart of whisky snugly under Cadet Lowe's arm they boarded a train.