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An’ if it’s not true, I’d back my life  They’ll listen to her tale.
Well, I’m believin’ no tale, Missis,  I’m seein’ for my-sen;An’ when I know for sure, Missis,  I’ll talk then.
IVNay robin red-breast, tha nedna  Sit noddin’ thy head at me;My breast’s as red as thine, I reckon,  Flayed red, if tha could but see.
Nay, you blessed pee-whips,  You nedna screet at me!I’m screetin’ my-sen, but are-na goin’  To let iv’rybody see.
Tha art smock-ravelled, bunny,  Larropin’ neck an’ cropI’ th’ snow: but I’s warrant thee, bunny,  I’m further ower th’ top.
VNow sithee theer at th’ railroad crossin’Warmin’ his-sen at the stool o’ fireUnder the tank as fills the ingines,If there isn’t my dearly-beloved liar!
My constable wi’ ’is buttoned breastAs stout as the truth, my sirs!—An’ ’is face

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