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So Jack was mad, and “Come out!” he says—
And ter'ble winkin' at the rest—
“Come out!” he says, and as grim as grim;
So out they went, Harry and him.
Aw dear! when he had him out on the street
The row that was at them! I didn' see't
Nor nobody, but Harry was tellin'—
“What's this?” he says, “what's this, ye villain?”
And a grip of his throat, houldin' on like a ferret.
“That's not azactly the way to gerrit,”
Says Harry, chokin'. “Let go! let go!”
He slackened a bit, but very slow—
Greedy lek—“It wasn' much,”
Says Harry, “bless your sowl! don't clutch
Like yandhar—only a handful of gravel
I hove in the window.”—“The devil! the devil!”
Says Jack—“you hove—and—well then, well!
She come, she come—aw, it's aisy to tell,”
And begun a cryin'. “She come,” says Harry,
“Yes, she come, but she didn' tarry;
‘Harry Creer,’ she says, ‘the sot,’
And down with the window like a shot.”
“Aw Harry, Harry!” and grips his hand,
“Harry, Harry, Harry man!”
And—“Harry, you're a friend of mine;
Keep away from the Ballaquine,
Aw do, la! do! aw yes! aw dear!
You're not lovin' her, Harry Creer!
Harry, Harry! just only the pride,
And lek not likin' to be put o' one side
When all the chaps is sportin' their figures—
Of coorse, of coorse; it's not the biggerst
That's lovin' the most, you know it's not,
Harry, you know! aw, promise to't!
Promise!” and Harry half willin' there—
A good-natured sowl. But—“Swear it! swear!
Swear, Harry!” and an oath like your arm
For the long, most despard, like some charm
At these wutches, awful! “Liver and lights”—
Lek cussin' all his odd jints—
Till Harry got freckened altogether;
But he didn' like to deny him either—
“With blood,” says Jack, “with blood, with blood!”
And out with the knife.