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I’ll ta’e thy word ‘Good-bye,’ Liz,
  But I shonna marry her,
I shonna for nobody.—It is
  Very nice on you, Sir.

The childt maun ta’e its luck, it maun,
  An’ she maun ta’e her luck,
For I tell ye I shonna marry her—
  What her’s got, her took.

That’s spoken like a man, Timmy,
  That’s spoken like a man . . .
“He up an’ fired off his pistol
  An’ then away he ran.”

I damn well shanna marry ’er,
  So chew at it no more,
Or I’ll chuck the flamin’ lot of you—
  —You nedn’t have swore.

VII
That’s his collar round the candle-stick
An’ that’s the dark blue tie I bought ’im,
An’ these is the woman’s kids he’s so fond on,
An’ ’ere comes the cat that caught ’im.

I dunno where his eyes was—a gret
Round-shouldered hag! My sirs, to think
Of him stoopin’ to her! You’d wonder he could
Throw hisself in that sink.

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