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An’ if it’s not true, I’d back my life
They’ll listen to her tale.
They’ll listen to her tale.
Well, I’m believin’ no tale, Missis,
I’m seein’ for my-sen;
An’ when I know for sure, Missis,
I’ll talk then.
I’m seein’ for my-sen;
An’ when I know for sure, Missis,
I’ll talk then.
IV
Nay robin red-breast, tha nedna
Sit noddin’ thy head at me;
My breast’s as red as thine, I reckon,
Flayed red, if tha could but see.
Nay robin red-breast, tha nedna
Sit noddin’ thy head at me;
My breast’s as red as thine, I reckon,
Flayed red, if tha could but see.
Nay, you blessed pee-whips,
You nedna screet at me!
I’m screetin’ my-sen, but are-na goin’
To let iv’rybody see.
You nedna screet at me!
I’m screetin’ my-sen, but are-na goin’
To let iv’rybody see.
Tha art smock-ravelled, bunny,
Larropin’ neck an’ crop
I’ th’ snow: but I’s warrant thee, bunny,
I’m further ower th’ top.
Larropin’ neck an’ crop
I’ th’ snow: but I’s warrant thee, bunny,
I’m further ower th’ top.
V
Now sithee theer at th’ railroad crossin’
Warmin’ his-sen at the stool o’ fire
Under the tank as fills the ingines,
If there isn’t my dearly-beloved liar!
Now sithee theer at th’ railroad crossin’
Warmin’ his-sen at the stool o’ fire
Under the tank as fills the ingines,
If there isn’t my dearly-beloved liar!
My constable wi’ ’is buttoned breast
As stout as the truth, my sirs!—An’ ’is face
As stout as the truth, my sirs!—An’ ’is face
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