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‘Softly, my dear,’ observed old Sootie,
And seized the bold unblushing beauty;
‘You 've done all this, I'll not deny—
Or rather it was you and I.
Some things you 've done in boiling blood,
And thought that you was doing good;
But let me whisper in your ear,
Your mind was very far from clear.
Ignorance of the law, we read,
Is no excuse for evil deed;
And since you're fond of so much fire,
You shall have more than you desire.
I'll show you where we keep it bright
And never rake it up at night;
And you shall fill a cozy nitch in
The pot-hook ward of my back-kitchen.’
And seized the bold unblushing beauty;
‘You 've done all this, I'll not deny—
Or rather it was you and I.
Some things you 've done in boiling blood,
And thought that you was doing good;
But let me whisper in your ear,
Your mind was very far from clear.
Ignorance of the law, we read,
Is no excuse for evil deed;
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You shall have more than you desire.
I'll show you where we keep it bright
And never rake it up at night;
And you shall fill a cozy nitch in
The pot-hook ward of my back-kitchen.’
| The harp and plow | |