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A STORY.

Walking one afternoon along the Strand,
My wond'ring eyes did suddenly expand
Upon a pretty leash of country lasses.

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‘Heav'ns! my dear beauteous angels, how d'ye do?
Upon my soul I'm monstrous glad to see ye.’
‘Swinge! Peter, we are glad to meet with you;
We're just to London come—well, pray how be ye?