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That night I was up at the Ballaquine;
And there was Nessy, and Sally Behind—
The aunt, you know, a widow woman,
And a sister of Brew's, that was imp'rint uncommon,
And bad with the tongue; she was goin' a-callin'
Sally Behind, for the way she was fallin'
Abaft of her midships: Manx? yes, Manx
For all her married name was Banks—
Brew's sister—and the talk that was there!
And the Pazon comin' home from the fair
And as drunk! aw, bless ye! as drunk as rosin —
That was the aunt. “He wasn'! he wasn!”
Says Nessy, “no such a thing!”—“And how
Do you know?” says the aunt; aw then the row!
My gough! they went at it!
And there was Nessy, and Sally Behind—
The aunt, you know, a widow woman,
And a sister of Brew's, that was imp'rint uncommon,
And bad with the tongue; she was goin' a-callin'
Sally Behind, for the way she was fallin'
Abaft of her midships: Manx? yes, Manx
For all her married name was Banks—
Brew's sister—and the talk that was there!
And the Pazon comin' home from the fair
And as drunk! aw, bless ye! as drunk as rosin —
That was the aunt. “He wasn'! he wasn!”
Says Nessy, “no such a thing!”—“And how
Do you know?” says the aunt; aw then the row!
My gough! they went at it!
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