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At length a sound of triumph
From the Dryburgh players rose,
“Three sets to love, and Dryburgh wins
Once more against her foes.”
And many a muttered curse was heard
From the Marshers in goloshes,
And folks in boats were heard to swear,
And the Sludgeboro’ people tore their hair,
And their looks were those of grim despair,