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