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Poor Harry! aw, kissed her fair and fit,
But wiped his mouth, and gave a spit
When he got outside, bein' freckened, poor chap!
What pison'd come from the divil's trap
Of a mouth, that wasn' a bad mouth ither—
Not ugly, I mean, but well-looked rather.
But wiped his mouth, and gave a spit
When he got outside, bein' freckened, poor chap!
What pison'd come from the divil's trap
Of a mouth, that wasn' a bad mouth ither—
Not ugly, I mean, but well-looked rather.
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