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Prince Albert and the Queen, God wot,
(Be blessings on the glorious pair!)
Before us passed. I saw them not--
I only saw a cap of hair.

Your orthodox historian puts
In foremost rank the soldier thus,
The red-coat bully in his boots,
That hides the march of men from us.

He puts him there in foremost rank,
You wonder at his cap of hair.
You hear his sabre's cursed clank,
His spurs are jingling everywhere.

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