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Tha should ha’ seed her slive up when we’d gone,  Tha should ha’ seed her kneel an’ look in At th’ sloppy wet grave—an’ ’er little neck shone  That white, an’ ’er shook that much, I’d like to begin
Scraïghtin’ my-sen as well. ’En undid her black  Jacket at th’ bosom, an’ took from out of it Over a double ’andful of violets, all in a pack  Ravelled blue and white—warm, for a bit
O’ th’ smell come waftin’ to me. ’Er put ’er face  Right intil ’em and scraïghted out again, Then after a bit ’er dropped ’em down that place,  An’ I come away, because o’ the teemin’ rain.

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