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Aye, and this Nessy had a way
That lots of them has, to take and stay
A bit behind a curtain or that—
Aw, bless your life! just a bit of a cat
In the whole of them—aw, I'll allow—
Lek seein' how are ye actin' now.
You think her eye isn' on you—take care!
They're rather dangerous, they are,
That way—aye—bein' it's mornin'—
And just, ye know, to see if you're yawnin',
Or the lek o' that; and 'scusable
If you are, you know; but they navar will,
No, not them—no use! no use of ye!
Bless ye! they'll navar take excuse of ye!
Navar! navar! and all the same
You don't want to be slopin'—it's just like a dhrame;
You're greedy of any chance she might come
Back to the window—the way with some—
Back, and back. And you're still as death,
And the honeysuckles seems full of her breath—
And—yes, it is! and—no, it isn'!
She's gone! she's gone! and the sun is risen.
There, there! I couldn' help it, my men—
Aisy then! aisy then!
That lots of them has, to take and stay
A bit behind a curtain or that—
Aw, bless your life! just a bit of a cat
In the whole of them—aw, I'll allow—
Lek seein' how are ye actin' now.
You think her eye isn' on you—take care!
They're rather dangerous, they are,
That way—aye—bein' it's mornin'—
And just, ye know, to see if you're yawnin',
Or the lek o' that; and 'scusable
If you are, you know; but they navar will,
No, not them—no use! no use of ye!
Bless ye! they'll navar take excuse of ye!
Navar! navar! and all the same
You don't want to be slopin'—it's just like a dhrame;
You're greedy of any chance she might come
Back to the window—the way with some—
Back, and back. And you're still as death,
And the honeysuckles seems full of her breath—
And—yes, it is! and—no, it isn'!
She's gone! she's gone! and the sun is risen.
There, there! I couldn' help it, my men—
Aisy then! aisy then!
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