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As bold as a robin! It’s much he caresFor this nice old shame and disgrace.
Oh but he drops his flag when ’e sees me,Yes, an’ ’is face goes white . . . oh yesTha can stare at me wi’ thy fierce blue eyes,But tha doesna stare me out, I guess!
VIWhativer brings thee out so far  In a’ this depth o’ snow?—I’m takin’ ’ome a weddin’ dress  If tha maun know.
Why, is there a weddin’ at Underwood,  As tha ne’d trudge up here?—It’s Widow Naylor’s weddin’-dress,  An’ ’er’s wantin it, I hear.
’Er doesna want no weddin-dress . . .  What—but what dost mean?—Doesn’t ter know what I mean, Tim?—Yi,  Tha must’ a’ been hard to wean!
Tha’rt a good-un at suckin-in yet, Timmy;  But tell me, isn’t it trueAs ’er’ll be wantin’ my weddin’ dress  In a week or two?
Tha’s no occasions ter ha’e me on  Lizzie—what’s done is done!—Done, I should think so—Done! But might  I ask when tha begun?

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