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So none of your humbug, backin' and fillin',
But just straight off—Would Harry be willin'
To work, you know, on the shift with him,
And then it would be the same trim
For the two of them? “What! navar free
To go by myself?” says Henery,
“And try my luck! lek fastenin' us
Together like dogs”—and he gev a cuss—
“I won't,” he says.
But just straight off—Would Harry be willin'
To work, you know, on the shift with him,
And then it would be the same trim
For the two of them? “What! navar free
To go by myself?” says Henery,
“And try my luck! lek fastenin' us
Together like dogs”—and he gev a cuss—
“I won't,” he says.
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