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And the gel, you know, as freckened as freckened,
Because of coorse she navar reckoned
But Misthriss Banks could do the jeel
She was braggin' she could, and she'd take and kneel
On her bended knees, and she'd cuss—the baste!
Cuss the very skin off your face—
But low, very low, that Brew wouldn' wake—
A surt of a spittin' like this new kind of brake
They've got on the railways—air brake, is it?
The dirty thing, goin' fizzit! fizzit!
And spittin' there. So up to the room!
She should ha' been cocked on a lump of a broom
Sky-high—the ould Turk!
And then the comedher'd begin to work;
And she'd coax, and she'd clapse, and she'd play the deuce,
Till the poor thing was gettin' all a confuse,
Lek foolish lek; and she'd kiss and she'd cuddle,
Till Nessy's head'd be all in a muddle—
Swimmin lek, lek heavy—aye!
And when Jack'd appear, poor Nessy'd sigh,
And come to the window. But the wutch'd be lookin'
Over her shouldher—and crouchin' and crookin'—
All eyes and ears—but the hitch on the tongue,
Lek the ould moon keekin' behind the young,
You know—and the little thing middlin' shy
To step out there in the big broad sky
Before all the stars—like a panerrammer,
Mostly. But the ould one—damn her!
She's up to no good that ever I knew,
At least for the likes of me and you.