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Post by Waverley on Mar 1, 2011 18:39:27 GMT 1
I've travelled far across the sea, in many lands I've been. And many wondrous works of art and monuments I've seen, But I never found an equal, though I've searched from pole to pole. Or anything to beat our Umbrella at the Toll. It stands in silent majesty, this monarch of the 'cross'. And thousands worship at its feet, like a chinee at his joss. The modeller when he's stony and waiting for his 'dole', Will rest his weary shanks at the Umbrella at the Toll. "Tis there the local Parliament in state it sits every night", And talk of ships and sealing was in manner most polite. The tipster from Newmarket with his wires from J.B.Joel, Every class and creed meet neath the Umbrella at the Toll.
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