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But Nelly never knew a scrap—
Ye see, the parties that heard the chap
Was terbil deep Methodisses,
That's apt to hide a thing like this is,
Hush it up, lek thinkin' it best,
They're sayin', for the Chapel intheress—
Aw, crafty uncommon! a Christian brother—
Dear me, but they'll stick to one another!
Ye see, the parties that heard the chap
Was terbil deep Methodisses,
That's apt to hide a thing like this is,
Hush it up, lek thinkin' it best,
They're sayin', for the Chapel intheress—
Aw, crafty uncommon! a Christian brother—
Dear me, but they'll stick to one another!
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