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So the trial was held, and the jury sat,
And—“Appear to coort!” and all to that—
And Duddon got up, and the speech he made
Was grand—aw, bless ye! he knew his trade—
And the foreman at them was Corlett the Draper—
And Duddon handed up the paper.
And the Deemster read it, and “Do ye agree?”
And “Not guilty! not guilty!” what else could it be?
“Three cheers! three cheers!” aw, I'll engage—
And the Deemster black in the face with rage!
And Tommy outside of the Castle wall
With a car; but he hadn' the mother at all
That time: and Nelly, and the people expectin'
Lek she'd go to Tommy, lek a sort o' directin'.
And in with her straight, and stooped the head,
And—“You've beat me, Tommy! you've beat me!” she said.
But, half-way to Douglas, this Nelly got bouldher,
And the head was slipt on Tommy's shouldher,
And the whisperin' in Tommy's ears,
And his arm round her waist, and tears—tears—
Tears—I'll lave it to any man livin',
Sweeter to Tommy than the rain from heaven.
And—“Appear to coort!” and all to that—
And Duddon got up, and the speech he made
Was grand—aw, bless ye! he knew his trade—
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And Duddon handed up the paper.
And the Deemster read it, and “Do ye agree?”
And “Not guilty! not guilty!” what else could it be?
“Three cheers! three cheers!” aw, I'll engage—
And the Deemster black in the face with rage!
And Tommy outside of the Castle wall
With a car; but he hadn' the mother at all
That time: and Nelly, and the people expectin'
Lek she'd go to Tommy, lek a sort o' directin'.
And in with her straight, and stooped the head,
And—“You've beat me, Tommy! you've beat me!” she said.
But, half-way to Douglas, this Nelly got bouldher,
And the head was slipt on Tommy's shouldher,
And the whisperin' in Tommy's ears,
And his arm round her waist, and tears—tears—
Tears—I'll lave it to any man livin',
Sweeter to Tommy than the rain from heaven.
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