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Aye; but in the Isle of Man
It's lead that's goin', you'll understand—
And a dale claner to work it is,
A dale claner—aw, 'deed yis!
Claner—but still they had to clane—
Sartinly—you know what I mane—
Titivatin'—“In the dark?” says you,
Lek you're thinkin' the differ wouldn' be knew?
Nonsense! where's a fellow's pluck
To coort, if he's feelin' all of a muck,
And sticky and sweaty—no, la! no!
A nice clean shirt and a collar though—
It's what you're feelin', not what you're lookin',
That's the style, or you'd better be hookin'.
It's lead that's goin', you'll understand—
And a dale claner to work it is,
A dale claner—aw, 'deed yis!
Claner—but still they had to clane—
Sartinly—you know what I mane—
Titivatin'—“In the dark?” says you,
Lek you're thinkin' the differ wouldn' be knew?
Nonsense! where's a fellow's pluck
To coort, if he's feelin' all of a muck,
And sticky and sweaty—no, la! no!
A nice clean shirt and a collar though—
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That's the style, or you'd better be hookin'.
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