1917
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- Come mourn with me for the land of Gosh,
Oh, weep with me for the luckless Glugs210 lines - They climbed the trees . . . As was told before,
The Glugs climbed trees in the days of yore,130 lines - Now Sym was a Glug; and 'tis mentioned so
That the tale reads perfectly plain as we go.137 lines - Now Joi, the rebel, he had a son
In far, far Gosh where the tall trees wave.115 lines - Somewhere or other, 'tis doubtful where,
In the archives of Gosh is a volume rare,146 lines - The Glugs still live in the land of Gosh,
Under the rule of the great King Splosh.126 lines - The Glugs abide in a far, far land
That is partly pebbles and stones and sand,131 lines - Now, here is a tale of the Glugs of Gosh,
In the end of the year umteen;184 lines - Let him who is minded to meet with a Glug
Pluck three hardy hairs from a rabbit-skin rug;10 lines
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