 | The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown |  |
But as nice, you navar,
Now—aw, dear! and leadin' him clavar
Down a lane by the Ballacrie,
Just to dodge the Pazon—aye—
That's it, man—Sithee! (these cotton-balls )sithee!
And comin' out at Lewin's smithy,
And heard the gig, and “come!” and besaechin',
And dragged him in there to the praechin'
That was in the chapel—
Now—aw, dear! and leadin' him clavar
Down a lane by the Ballacrie,
Just to dodge the Pazon—aye—
That's it, man—Sithee! (these cotton-balls )sithee!
And comin' out at Lewin's smithy,
And heard the gig, and “come!” and besaechin',
And dragged him in there to the praechin'
That was in the chapel—
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