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I was noticin'; and Jack, d'ye see,
Come in, and the shake accordantly;
And Harry last; and the whole of them lookin'
But Harry had a pipe arrim smookin',
And navar no shake o' the head they'd get,
But just a little sort of a spit
At Harry.
Come in, and the shake accordantly;
And Harry last; and the whole of them lookin'
But Harry had a pipe arrim smookin',
And navar no shake o' the head they'd get,
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At Harry.
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