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Fleet Street Eclogue
Who saved old Scotland from its friends,Were mighty northern Englishmen.
Brian.And Parnell, who so greatly foughtTo make a mob people, thenWith Fate inevitably wroughtThat Irish should be Englishmen.
Basil.By bogland, highland, down, and fen,All Englishmen, all Englishmen!
Menzies.There is no England now, I say—
Brian.No England now? My grief, my grief!
Menzies.We lie widespread, the dragon-preyOf any Cappadocian thief.In Arctic and Pacific seasWe lounge and loaf; and either poleWe reach with sprawling colonies—Unwieldy limbs that lack a soul.

Basil.

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