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I ne'er was a nose, for the reg'lars came [1]
Whenever a pannie was done:— [2]
Oh! who would chirp to dishonour his name,
And betrays his pals in a nibsome game [3]
To the traps?—Not I for one! [4]
Let nobs in the fur trade hold their jaw, [5]
And let the jug be free:— [6]
Let Davy's dust and a well-faked claw [7]
For fancy coves be the only law, [8]
And a double-tongued squib to keep in awe [9]
The chaps that flout at me!