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hvd.32044086822939	Doyle, Arthur Conan, Sir	Songs of the road, by Arthur Conan Doyle 	1911		.txt	text/plain	7208	946	101	And, dear old Ireland, God save you, Hold thou my ways from glutted days, About an Arab man wot 'ad I 'ave no grudge against the man — Supposin' this 'ere Arab man Chanced to set the other way, An' 'ow 'e came to stop 'imself is wot? Four days on end 'e never knew 'ow 'e 'ad Now past there came a godly man, From countries far away. Till a workin' man he shouted out, afirst I left my sinful ways, Will set a scene within my brain, Man says that He is watching There comes no word to tell us The long waves rolled from far away (A man whom I remember in old days, By wooded shore, or sunlit head, And sing "There is no place like home." Where in days so long gone by Till on our left we gladly saw Strange that one man's eager brain	./cache/hvd.32044086822939.pdf	./txt/hvd.32044086822939.txt