Walk up! Walk up! Walk up and see the horse's head where his tail ought to be. |
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Bags I the left side! Now then, Dreda, I choose you first. Hereward can take Rowena. Buck up! We have got to win this time. |
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Head up! For every newbegotten thou shalt gather thy homer of ripe wheat. |
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Yo, Harold! Surf's up! Those cars aren't going to wash themselves! |
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