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So the Pazon reckoned
She must have got in some trouble, and hauls
Ould Smiler back in the breeches, and calls;
And “Nessy,” he says, “is that you?
It's Nessy, isn't it? Nessy Brew?”
Dark, you know, and drizzlin' rain—
But Nessy wouldn' answer again
For a bit—don't ye see? lek didn' want
The Pazon to know her, and made a slant,
And stoopin' there, and in on the ditch.
But the Pazon gave a little skitch,
And got in front, and pinned her as nate
As pozzible, and—
She must have got in some trouble, and hauls
Ould Smiler back in the breeches, and calls;
And “Nessy,” he says, “is that you?
It's Nessy, isn't it? Nessy Brew?”
Dark, you know, and drizzlin' rain—
But Nessy wouldn' answer again
For a bit—don't ye see? lek didn' want
The Pazon to know her, and made a slant,
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But the Pazon gave a little skitch,
And got in front, and pinned her as nate
As pozzible, and—
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