What must he have who'd kill the Bill?
A leathern skin, and a stubborn will.
Brummagem's his home.
Take then no shame to name his name!
Bill-slaughtering is his little game.
He'd be its death--he swore it,
As limb from limb he tore it--
The Bill, the Bill, the lusty Bill!
Is it a thing Brum JOE _can_ kill?
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