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“Come back, sir!” said Kate, “Recollect from to-day,When I tell you to lave me, I mane you to stay!
Dont touch me!—How dare you?”—but Rory bent down,
And kissed bonny Kathleen, in spite of her frown!
“Dont pout,” whispered he, “your own taching is this,—
When you bid me not touch, sure you mane me to kiss!”
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