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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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.
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.
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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