I believe Kipling wrote this for his American audience he began to court towards the end of his life. It probably should be read aloud in a thick gruff presentation.

Rudyard Kipling

When 'Omer smote 'is bloomin' lyre,
  He'd 'eard men sing by land an' sea;
An' what he thought 'e might require,
  'E went an' took --the same as me!

The market-girls an' fishermen,
  The shepherds an' the sailors, too,
They 'eard old songs turn up again,
  But kep' it quiet -- same as you!

They knew 'e stole; 'e knew they knowed,
  They didn't tell, nor make a fuss,
But winked at 'Omer down the road,
  An' 'e winked back -- the same as us!