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When next shall we stumble to the stutter of our lewis-gun carols / From bombazine-bosomed bar to a bliss of barrels, / Two period percies frescoed with ladders and banting, / Two spoonered swiss pillars, tumble falsetting and ranting?
O when, marcel-bound, shall we ruth our swine's way to the many-johned / Penny-fond antelope's cavern from the royal back-bar of beyond, / Or, sinister self-mabuses ripe for the phelan of the withy, / Peggy-legged limping in bottle-dress be hooved from the Wardour-street smithy?