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Aw, a nice pair!
And the people gave a ter'ble stare—
But Jack was like a cherubim—
That happy—but had to be hoult in the hymn
At Nessy—aye: and the Pazon druv
Past all right. And then to shove
This Jack to the door, that was smellin' of gin,
And makin' faces astonishin',
And the light in his eyes—aw, she stuck to the chap,
And whenever they heard the Pazon's trap,
They tuk for the hedge, or wherever they cud,
And got him home—intarmined she wud—
Intarmined.
And the people gave a ter'ble stare—
But Jack was like a cherubim—
That happy—but had to be hoult in the hymn
At Nessy—aye: and the Pazon druv
Past all right. And then to shove
This Jack to the door, that was smellin' of gin,
And makin' faces astonishin',
And the light in his eyes—aw, she stuck to the chap,
And whenever they heard the Pazon's trap,
They tuk for the hedge, or wherever they cud,
And got him home—intarmined she wud—
Intarmined.
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