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Now Nessy had ha' done much batthar
If she'd ha' come and tould the matthar
To me. For I was young, that's true,
But still I was gran' for advisin': there's few
Could ha' beat me, no! And of coorse I'd ha' gone
And tould the Pazon, and the thing had been done
At once—God bless ye! sartinly!
The Pazon! done? my goodness me!
But I suppose I was too young
For a gel like her to have took and brung
Her sorrow to—it was years and years,
After all her hopes and all her fears
Was settled lek, she was tellin' me,
Aw, no mistake, and as free as free—
Tellin'—bless ye! tellin' uncommon—
Aw, I knew the woman! I knew the woman!
Jack? well . . . Jack . . . go tellin' him?
Not her! not her! This despard limb
Was no good for advisin'—lovin', yes—
But that's another sort of guess—
Lovin'—and dooiney-mollain' too—
Well, you see, it'd hardly do—
It's not what they're for, being wanted to praise
A chap to his sweetheart—let them keep their place
These dooiney-mollas, not 'visin' her—
Lek I tould ye, eh? that's not what they're fur.
And as for Harry—Harry advisin'?
Bless ye! Harry was stupid supprisin'.
No, it was me—aw, never fear!
But still it couldn' be; so . . . theer!