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But lizzen now what will folla—
This Harry was chiced for a dooiney-molla,
Chiced complate; and went with Jack
Every night—aw, he wouldn' be slack!
Givin' up all notion of Nessy,
Aw, aisy-goin' urrov messy!
And made up his mind it wasn' no use,
And dooiney-mollain' like the deuce.
This Harry was chiced for a dooiney-molla,
Chiced complate; and went with Jack
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Givin' up all notion of Nessy,
Aw, aisy-goin' urrov messy!
And made up his mind it wasn' no use,
And dooiney-mollain' like the deuce.
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