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Fast she was—aw, botheration!
She'd been in England in a sitchuation,
Lady's maid, or something o' the surt—
They're pickin' up a dale of dirt
And mischief is them, aw, I'll be bail!
And draggin' it behind their tail,
When they're comin' back to the Isle of Man—
Aw, bless ye! I know them, I know them: bad scran
To the lek, says I. They're callin' it life:
But a gel that's to make an honest wife
For an honest man, for a chap that's worth,
He'd better give them a wide berth.
She'd been in England in a sitchuation,
Lady's maid, or something o' the surt—
They're pickin' up a dale of dirt
And mischief is them, aw, I'll be bail!
And draggin' it behind their tail,
When they're comin' back to the Isle of Man—
Aw, bless ye! I know them, I know them: bad scran
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But a gel that's to make an honest wife
For an honest man, for a chap that's worth,
He'd better give them a wide berth.
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