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“A dirty wutch! what's that you say?”
(Jack spoke at last). “Round turn and belay!”
Says I to Harry: “hould on at that!
That's somethin' like business—I know the cat!
Now,” I says, “let's hear it, my son!”
Which immadient Harry done.
Says he—“She tould me that Nessy Brew
Was lovin' me far more than you.”
(Jack spoke at last). “Round turn and belay!”
Says I to Harry: “hould on at that!
That's somethin' like business—I know the cat!
Now,” I says, “let's hear it, my son!”
Which immadient Harry done.
Says he—“She tould me that Nessy Brew
Was lovin' me far more than you.”
| The Collected Poems of T. E. Brown | |