When 'Omer Smote 'Is Bloomin' Lyre, he'd 'Eard Men Sing By Land An' Sea; An' What He Thought 'E Might Require, 'E Went An' Took, The Same As Me! The Market-Girls An' Fishermen, The Shepherds An' The Sailors, Too, They 'Eard Old Songs Turn Up Again, But Kep' It Quiet, Same As You! They Knew 'E Stole; 'E Knew They Knowed. They Didn't Tell, Nor Make A Fuss, But Winked At 'Omer Down The Road, An' 'E Winked Back, The Same As Us!