In the long echoing street the laughing dancers throng, The bride is catried to the bridegroom's chamber through torchlight and tumultuous song; I celebrate the silent kiss that ends short life or long. He had done most bitter wrong To some who are near my heart, Yet I number him in the song; He, too, has resigned his part Though I'd my finger on my lip, What could I but take up the song? And running crowd and gaudy ship Cried out the whole night long, Thy father brought with him along The olive branch and victor's song But the Captain 'ad 'is jacket, an' the jacket it was new -- ('Orse Gunners, listen to my song!) An' the wettin' of the jacket is the proper thing to do, Nor we didn't keep 'im waitin' very long.
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