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But we’ll go unbeknown to the registrar,
  An’ give ’er what money there is,
For I won’t be beholden to such as her
  For anythink of his.

IX
Take off thy duty stripes, Tim,
  An’ come wi’ me in here,
Ta’e off thy p’lice-man’s helmet
  An’ look me clear.

I wish tha hadna done it, Tim,
  I do, an’ that I do!
For whenever I look thee i’ th’ face, I s’ll see
  Her face too.

I wish tha could wesh ’er off’n thee,
  For I used to think that thy
Face was the finest thing that iver
  Met my eye. . . .

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Twenty pound o’ thy own tha hast, and fifty pound ha’e I,
Thine shall go to pay the woman, an’ wi’ my bit we’ll buy
All as we shall want for furniture when tha leaves this place,
An’ we’ll be married at th’ registrar—now lift thy face.

Lift thy face an’ look at me, man, up an’ look at me:
Sorry I am for this business, an’ sorry if I ha’e driven thee

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