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Lines On A Late Hospicious Ewent, By A Gebtleman Of The Footguards (Blue)

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I paced upon my beat
With steady step and slow,
All huppandownd of Ranelagh Street:
Ran'lagh St. Pimlico.

While marching huppandownd
Upon that fair May morn,
Beold the booming cannings sound,
A royal child is born!

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