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When we starts the blessed donkey stops, He won't move, so out I quickly 'ops, Pals start whackin' him, when down he drops, Someone says he wasn't made to go. Lor it might 'ave been a four-in-'and, My Old Dutch knows 'ow to do the grand, First she bows, and then she waves 'er 'and, Calling out we're goin' for a blow! "Wot cher!" &c.