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The young miners it was that was schamin'
To get this Nessy; just like claimin'
She belonged to them whoever'd be
The lucky chap—lek proppity,
Lek shares, lek—swore together to watch
That none of these dandy divils'd snatch
The prize, the beauty of Ballaquine,
This rose that had grew at the mouth of the mine.
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