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Oh! where will be the culls of the bing / A hundred stretches hence? / The bene morts, who sweetly sing, / A hundred stretches hence? / The autum-cacklers, autum-coves, / The jolly blade who wildly roves; / And where the buffer, bruiser, blowen, / And all the cops and beaks so knowin', / A hundred stretches hence?
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Oh!
where
will
be
the
culls
of
the
bing
/
A
hundred
stretches
hence?
/
The
bene
morts,
who
sweetly
sing,
/
A
hundred
stretches
hence?
/
The
autum-cacklers,
autum-coves,
/
The
jolly
blade
who
wildly
roves;
/
And
where
the
buffer,
bruiser,
blowen,
/
And
all
the
cops
and
beaks
so
knowin',
/
A
hundred
stretches
hence?
