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Ye citizens of common clay / Who, squinting in a painful way, / Remove (with grimy hands and grey) / The smuts upon your noses, / Come, follow me to Dover Street / Where, any moment, we may meet / Figures as fragrant and as sweet / As new-mown hay or roses, / Tripping along the primrose path / That leads each member to 'The Bath'!
Ye breadwinners, who seek in vain / To keep your features free from stain, / When in some matutinal train / To town you daily rush up, / Observe the cleanly creatures, please, / Who in this club recline at ease! / Existence for such men as these / Is one long 'Wash and Brush Up'! / Perfumed and scented, combed and curled, / They live unspotted of the world!