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Then cheers for the Queen! for the Club! and the Corps! For Grantley, and Evelyn, and Sidmouth, and all; With Franklin, and Mangles, and six dozen more, The first to spring forth at Britannia's call! And long may we live with all peaceably here-- For olive, not laurel, is Glory's true wreath-- But if the wolf comes, he had better keep clear Of a Club of crack shots upon Surrey Blackheath!