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“They were fightin',” says Nessy,
“When I left them—aw, messy! messy!”
She say, “they've lost one another, that's it,
Lost they have, and'll hommer and hit
And grab in the dark there, and navar get hould,
And'll take and get their death of could—
Oh dear! oh dear!” and began a sabbin'.
“I suppose this homm'rin' and hittin' and grabbin'
Is about a young woman called Nessy Brew,”
Says the Pazon. “Oh! they'd come for you,”
Says Nessy, “they'd come for you they wud”;
And “Aw, the muck! and aw, the blood!
Yes, sir, aw yes, sir! aw, poor Jack—
And Harry too—” And—“Let's turn back!”
“When I left them—aw, messy! messy!”
She say, “they've lost one another, that's it,
Lost they have, and'll hommer and hit
And grab in the dark there, and navar get hould,
And'll take and get their death of could—
Oh dear! oh dear!” and began a sabbin'.
“I suppose this homm'rin' and hittin' and grabbin'
Is about a young woman called Nessy Brew,”
Says the Pazon. “Oh! they'd come for you,”
Says Nessy, “they'd come for you they wud”;
And “Aw, the muck! and aw, the blood!
Yes, sir, aw yes, sir! aw, poor Jack—
And Harry too—” And—“Let's turn back!”
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