| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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over the side of the brake, spewing into the road, while the remainder, taking no interest in the race, amused themselves by singing - conducted by the Semi-drunk - as loud as they could roar: `Has anyone seen a Germin band, Germin Band, Germin Band? I've been Iookin' about, Pom - Pom, Pom, Pom, Pom! `I've searched every pub, both near and far, Near and far, near and far, I want my Fritz, What plays tiddley bits On the big trombone!' The other two brakes had fallen far behind. The one presided over by Hunter contained a mournful crew. Nimrod himself, from |
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