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And sure enough the sarpint knew't—
'Deed he did, the ugly brute—
There's no mistake it's that that done
Eve altogether—I mean, begun,
For ate she did, and so did Adam,
But ate she needn'—this tasty madam,
No—but smellin' she couldn' help—
That's where he had her—this divil's whelp,
Had her for sure.
'Deed he did, the ugly brute—
There's no mistake it's that that done
Eve altogether—I mean, begun,
For ate she did, and so did Adam,
But ate she needn'—this tasty madam,
No—but smellin' she couldn' help—
That's where he had her—this divil's whelp,
Had her for sure.
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