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Which amid you is the singer of Troy?—His appetite knowing,
Heyne kindly sends 'Varsity sausage for him.
“Here! It was I who sang of the warlike fury of princes—
Pass the sausages here:—Ida I sang of as well!”
Steady! I say!—I have not got sausage enough for you all here,
For the donor sent sausages only for one.
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