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And no more it was;
For she lived in a thalthan up the river
Belongin' to Brew that wouldn' have her
In the house with him at all—no, he wudn'!
Not even when the wife died, which died very sudden,
And Nessy only a child—no, no!
So I thought it was just about time to go—
But I stood for the Pazon—aw, cut and thrust!
Ye see, I was lovin' him scandalous—
Aye and everybody—and no thanks!
Only this craythur—this Mrs. Banks—
She didn' love him, and she didn' hate him,
And she knew she couldn' aggravate him
No more till a magpie, or a sparrer—
But just the dirty tongue that was arrer —
A miser'ble thing, that deserved to be skelpit—
Only it's lek she couldn' help it.
For she lived in a thalthan up the river
Belongin' to Brew that wouldn' have her
In the house with him at all—no, he wudn'!
Not even when the wife died, which died very sudden,
And Nessy only a child—no, no!
So I thought it was just about time to go—
But I stood for the Pazon—aw, cut and thrust!
Ye see, I was lovin' him scandalous—
Aye and everybody—and no thanks!
Only this craythur—this Mrs. Banks—
She didn' love him, and she didn' hate him,
And she knew she couldn' aggravate him
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But just the dirty tongue that was arrer —
A miser'ble thing, that deserved to be skelpit—
Only it's lek she couldn' help it.
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