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Maybe a mile aback on the road
By gough! and him that navar knowed—
Tuk her opportunity,
Slipt out, and away, of coorse to see
Could she find these chaps, aw, I'll be bail—
“The little monkey!” says Pazon Gale.
Aw, bless ye! I've heard him tellin'
Another Pazon, ould Pazon Gellin,
That was on St. Mark's, I did, I did,
Yes, and shakin' his dear old head:
“And I'm not in the habit of the lek,
Mr. Gellin,” he says, “and you'd hardly expeck,
But tuk like that, and the way she'd fled,
I called her a little monkey!” he said.
By gough! and him that navar knowed—
Tuk her opportunity,
Slipt out, and away, of coorse to see
Could she find these chaps, aw, I'll be bail—
“The little monkey!” says Pazon Gale.
Aw, bless ye! I've heard him tellin'
Another Pazon, ould Pazon Gellin,
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Yes, and shakin' his dear old head:
“And I'm not in the habit of the lek,
Mr. Gellin,” he says, “and you'd hardly expeck,
But tuk like that, and the way she'd fled,
I called her a little monkey!” he said.
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