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But Jemmy Brew
Was smilin' there, and “Hush then! shoo!”
He says; and “Here's a chap with brains—
What's your opinion, Thomas Baynes?”
“My opinion,” says I, “it's aisy given—
If ever there was an angel in heaven,
It's Pazon Gale. Did ye ever hear,”
Says I, “of angels the wuss for beer?
Gerr out!” I says, “I know his trim,
If you don't, and I'll fight for him,
I'll die for him, I'll be cut in pieces,
And fifty aunts, nor fifty nieces—
Was smilin' there, and “Hush then! shoo!”
He says; and “Here's a chap with brains—
What's your opinion, Thomas Baynes?”
“My opinion,” says I, “it's aisy given—
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It's Pazon Gale. Did ye ever hear,”
Says I, “of angels the wuss for beer?
Gerr out!” I says, “I know his trim,
If you don't, and I'll fight for him,
I'll die for him, I'll be cut in pieces,
And fifty aunts, nor fifty nieces—
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