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But the woman was fond
Uncommon of Nessy—or was it the bond,
And Nessy in it; unknownst, of coorse,
To herself? but anyway such a foorce
She done of charms there, early and late,
That she put the comedher on Nessy complate.
Clane comedher, harpooned, and haulin' it—
Fascernation the Pazon was callin' it—
Fascernation—and might have been—
“Kayar!
kayar!” says ould M`Queen,
“That'll bring her up”—and maybe it will:
Tremenjers though, aw terrible!
Kayar, for the strong it was houldin' the gel,
And spun from nothin' but the wind of hell—
That's the Kayar! and wasn' it a pity?
Poor thing! the sweet and the pretty,
And the lovin' too, and a d---ould cat
To have her in her power like that!
Uncommon of Nessy—or was it the bond,
And Nessy in it; unknownst, of coorse,
To herself? but anyway such a foorce
She done of charms there, early and late,
That she put the comedher on Nessy complate.
Clane comedher, harpooned, and haulin' it—
Fascernation the Pazon was callin' it—
Fascernation—and might have been—
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“That'll bring her up”—and maybe it will:
Tremenjers though, aw terrible!
Kayar, for the strong it was houldin' the gel,
And spun from nothin' but the wind of hell—
That's the Kayar! and wasn' it a pity?
Poor thing! the sweet and the pretty,
And the lovin' too, and a d---ould cat
To have her in her power like that!
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