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No. 1a - Solo - Landlord
| Landlord: | There is the key. Let ev'ry man Go in and fetch his measure of bran. With oats at such a price per quarter Poor men must hunt on bran and water; Except, of course, his Lordship's nag-- Fetch him his feed from my special bag. |
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