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So what did a lot of us do but join
And persuade this Tommy that Nelly Quine
Was desperate in love with him there—
And, “Spake to her, Tommy! spake to her!
Spake to her, for all!” we said:
“Yes, dyin' in love!” And he hung the head
Like a clout, poor chap! But we stuck to him still—
And “If you'll not spake, there's others that will,”
Says one of the imps. And how she'd be blushin'
When they'd tell her the bad that Tommy was wushin'
To be her sweetheart, but afraid to make free.
“And listen, Tommy! the plased she'll be!”
Says the imp. Then Tommy looked up, but slow,
And the big blue eyes began to blow
Like—“Bladders” was it I was sayin'?
“Rumberellas?” Try again.
“Bubbles,” was it? What d'ye call—
“Blow'n',” I said. Just aisy all!
“Blow'n',” of coorse; and the bigger the lies
The wider Tommy was spreadin' the eyes.
“She said you were handsome; she said you were smart;
She said she was almost breakin' her heart”;
“She called you a duck”; “She called you a dove”;
“She called you her darlin' darlin' love”;
And the tasty dressed, she said she never;
And the splendid trousis he had however;
And the way they were stitched, and the beautiful gimp,
“She didn'!” says I. “She did!” says the imp:
And “Buck up, Tommy, and bring her a present.”
These imps is terrible onpleasant.
And persuade this Tommy that Nelly Quine
Was desperate in love with him there—
And, “Spake to her, Tommy! spake to her!
Spake to her, for all!” we said:
“Yes, dyin' in love!” And he hung the head
Like a clout, poor chap! But we stuck to him still—
And “If you'll not spake, there's others that will,”
Says one of the imps. And how she'd be blushin'
When they'd tell her the bad that Tommy was wushin'
To be her sweetheart, but afraid to make free.
“And listen, Tommy! the plased she'll be!”
Says the imp. Then Tommy looked up, but slow,
And the big blue eyes began to blow
Like—“Bladders” was it I was sayin'?
“Rumberellas?” Try again.
“Bubbles,” was it? What d'ye call—
“Blow'n',” I said. Just aisy all!
“Blow'n',” of coorse; and the bigger the lies
The wider Tommy was spreadin' the eyes.
“She said you were handsome; she said you were smart;
She said she was almost breakin' her heart”;
“She called you a duck”; “She called you a dove”;
“She called you her darlin' darlin' love”;
And the tasty dressed, she said she never;
And the splendid trousis he had however;
And the way they were stitched, and the beautiful gimp,
“She didn'!” says I. “She did!” says the imp:
And “Buck up, Tommy, and bring her a present.”
These imps is terrible onpleasant.
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