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So we got the shillin's, and we got the gun,
And we got a mould, and tuk and run
A bullet as big as a hymenanny,
Fit to dhrop the divil's granny.
And started a hare the first thing;
And Jack let dhrive, and she made a spring,
And away in the goss. “Hit! hit!” says I,
“Hit in the thigh! hit in the thigh!”
And up to the Gill the way we planned;
And there was Mrs. Banks as grand
As grand. And—“What procures me the honour
Of this visit?” A reg'lar Primer Donner—
Aw, it's her that could. And “We want no talk,”
Says Jack, “but just let's see you walk.”
And we got a mould, and tuk and run
A bullet as big as a hymenanny,
Fit to dhrop the divil's granny.
And started a hare the first thing;
And Jack let dhrive, and she made a spring,
And away in the goss. “Hit! hit!” says I,
“Hit in the thigh! hit in the thigh!”
And up to the Gill the way we planned;
And there was Mrs. Banks as grand
As grand. And—“What procures me the honour
Of this visit?” A reg'lar Primer Donner—
Aw, it's her that could. And “We want no talk,”
Says Jack, “but just let's see you walk.”
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