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When Dr. Charles O'Donnell died / They sank a box with him inside.
The plate with his initials three / Was simply graven -- "C.O.D."
That night two demons of the Pit / Adown the coal-hole shunted it.
Ten million million leagues it fell, / Alighting at the gate of Hell.
Nick looked upon it with surprise, / A night-storm darkening his eyes.
"They've sent this rubbish, C.O.D. -- / I'll never pay a cent!" said he.