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But Tommy? Tommy, did ye say?
Aw, he was over the hills and far away
Long afore that. And, dear me now!
You'd ha' thought ould Cain had ha' kicked up a row
About Tommy breakin' articles
Like yandhar—Noticin', is it? Bills
Of ladin', contracks, charter-parties,
And all the rest of it—go it, my hearties!
Breach of promise? Breach of something—
And ould Gelling, too! But that's a rum thing—
Just when you'd ha' thought the man'd been furious,
To take it that aisy—wasn' it curious?
Not a bit of it! bless your soul!
But you'll be tould! you'll be tould!
Aw, he was over the hills and far away
Long afore that. And, dear me now!
You'd ha' thought ould Cain had ha' kicked up a row
About Tommy breakin' articles
Like yandhar—Noticin', is it? Bills
Of ladin', contracks, charter-parties,
And all the rest of it—go it, my hearties!
Breach of promise? Breach of something—
And ould Gelling, too! But that's a rum thing—
Just when you'd ha' thought the man'd been furious,
To take it that aisy—wasn' it curious?
Not a bit of it! bless your soul!
But you'll be tould! you'll be tould!
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