| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 489 |
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The Old Dear now put a penny in the slot of the polyphone, and winding it up started it playing. It was some unfamiliar tune, but when the Semi-drunk Painter heard it he rose unsteadily to his feet and began shuffling and dancing about, singing: 'Oh, we'll inwite you to the wedding, An' we'll 'ave a glorious time! Where the boys an' girls is a-dancing, An' we'll all get drunk on wine.' `'Ere! that's quite enough o' that!' cried the landlord, roughly. `We don't want that row 'ere.' The Semi-drunk stopped, and looking stupidly at the Old Dear, sank abashed on to the seat again. `Well, we may as well sit as stand - for a few minutes,' remarked Crass, suiting the action to the word. The others followed his example. At frequent intervals the bar was entered by fresh |
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