| Title | The Ragged Trousered Philanthropists |
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| Page | 1521 |
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again. Then a rush was made to Sweater's Emporium and several yards of cheap green ribbon were bought, and divided up into little pieces, which they tied into their buttonholes, and thus appropriately decorated, formed themselves into military order, four deep, and marched through all the principal streets, up and down the Grand Parade, round and round the Fountain, and finally over the hill to Windley, singing to the tune of `Tramp, tramp, tramp, the Boys are marching': `Vote, Vote, Vote for Adam Sweater! Hang old Closeland on a tree! Adam Sweater is our man, And we'll have him if we can, Then we'll always have the biggest loaf for tea.' The spectacle presented by these men - some of them with grey heads and beards - as they marked time |
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