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All, gathered in the room again,
Were passing something round
'Twas nothing other than a cane
Which they somewhere had found
But what a noble piece of tree!
How massive in it's mould!
And just the size, it seems to me,
For Hercules to hold.

'Tis dark in hue, in length 'tis long,
In grain both firm and rough
A cap of brass, to make it strong
Was on it tight enough
The handle end, of yellow hue
Is polished till it shines
And crooked 's the bone that Samson threw
To kill the Philistines.