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INTERJECTIONS
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‘C'gar lights, yer honour? C'gar lights?’May God forget you in your need.
Ay, damn you; if folk git ther rights,
‘C'gar lights, yer honour? C'gar lights?’
Ther childern shan't starve in the nights
For wantin' the price of yer weed!
‘C'gar lights, yer honour? C'gar lights?’
May God forget you in your need.
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II
‘Fine Vilets! Fresh Vilets! Come buy!Ah, rich man, I would not be you.
All springtime it haunts me, that cry:
‘Fine Vilets! Fresh Vilets! Come buy!’
Whose loss, if she tell me a lie?
‘They're starvin', my God, sir, it's true.’
‘Fine Vilets! Fresh Vilets! Come buy!’
Ah, rich man, I would not be you.
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III
‘Ices! Programmes! Lemonade!’'E thinks 'e's a Hirving, my eye!
Why, puss, you bin crying? afraid?
‘Ices! Prográmmes! Lemonade!’
The fust time you sin a piece played?
It's putty, but, Pussy, don't cry.
‘Ices! Prográmmes! Lemonade!’
'E thinks 'e's a Hirving, my eye!
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IV
‘Down 'Oborn, sir? Circus? Bank, Bank!’Yer's a huproar, my bloomin', Hoff side!
A flower, Miss? Ah, thankee, Miss, thank—
‘Down 'Oborn, sir? Circus? Bank, Bank!’
'Igher up! 'Ullo, Bill! Wot a prank!
If that 'ere old carcase 'ant shied!
‘Down 'Oborn, sir? Circus? Bank, Bank!’
Yer's a huproar, my bloomin'! Hoff side!
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V
‘'Ot P'taties! All 'ot, sir! All 'ot!’'Ere's a swell in a welveteen coat!
'E 's a hartist, a hauthor—a wot?
‘'Ot P'taties! All 'ot, sir! All 'ot!’
Ah, there now's a beauty you've got!
(Them writin's don't keep 'im afloat)
‘'Ot P'taties! All 'ot, sir! All 'ot!’
'Ere's a swell in a welveteen coat!
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