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But when the summer come round,
And the apples in blossom, and all the ground
Speckled with daisies, then Harry tried
To get them to do the coortin' outside,
The way they were used. For the chap had a notion
That the lovely smell, and the draught, and the motion
Of the wind through the trees, and the sweet and the fresh,
And the wholesome lek would unfasten the mesh
Of this divil's net that their hearts was caught in.
But Nessy wudn'; she said—they oughtn'
Nor no pleasure nor nothin', she said,
Till they'd know at laste was she live or dead—
This Banks. Believin' in wutches still?
Of coorse! of coorse! dear me! they will—
The women—and me? Yes me, and you,
For the matter of that. So don't give sthoo
Quite so hasty. The Pazon—you're sayin'?
Fuss-rate! fuss-rate! But you know what I mane—
The Pazon was arguin' capital—
Arguin'—but that's not all,
Isn' arguin'—it grips
The head of a fellow; but what is it rips
Your very sowl? What is it gives way
Inside ye, sinks ye, scuttles ye,
Falls urrov ye like a false bottom?
That's the thing! ye fancy ye got him,
Because he don't answer ye! answer your granny!
Isn' it natur' that's in? how can he
Go agin her? Take pitchforks to her,
You'll never put her to the door—
Never! natur'! bred in the blood!
Well, it's not natheral ye cud.