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Our hero was a Tommy with a conscience free from care, / And such an open countenance that when he breathed the air / He mopped up all the atmosphere--so little went to spare / You could hardly say he breathed, he "commandeered" it.
For nowadays you'll notice when a man is "on the make", / And other people's property is anxious for to take, / We never use such words as "steal", or "collar", "pinch", or "shake". / No, the fashion is to say we "commandeered" it.