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Of all the sportsmen now afloat / Upon the waters of this planet, / No better ever manned a boat, / (Or paid another man to man it,) / And won a kindly public's heart / Like dear Sir Thomas Lipton, Bart.
Behind a counter, as a child, / He woo'd Dame Fortune, fair but fickle, / Until at last one day she smiled / Upon his spices and his pickle; / And all the world rejoiced to see / Plain Thomas Lipton made "Sir Tea."