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'Twas in a tug-of-war where I -- the guvnor's hope and pride -- / Stepped proudly on the platform as the ringer on my side; / Old dad was in his glory there -- it gave the old man joy / To fight a passage through the crowd and barrack for his boy.
A friend came up and said to me, ‘Put out your muscles, John, / And pull them to eternity -- your guvnor's looking on. ' / I paused before I grasped the rope, and glanced around the place, / And, foremost in the waiting crowd, I saw the old man's face.