English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
I first was hired to peg a Hack They call "The Erin" sometime back, Where soon I learned to patter flash, To curb the tits, and tip the lash-- Which pleased the Master of The Crown So much, he had me up to town, And gave me lots of quids a year, To tool "The Constitutions" here. So, ya-hip, hearties, here am I That drive the Constitution Fly.