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I’ll ta’e thy word ‘Good-bye,’ Liz,  But I shonna marry her,I shonna for nobody.—It is  Very nice on you, Sir.
The childt maun ta’e its luck, it maun,  An’ she maun ta’e her luck,For I tell ye I shonna marry her—  What her’s got, her took.
That’s spoken like a man, Timmy,  That’s spoken like a man . . .“He up an’ fired off his pistol  An’ then away he ran.”
I damn well shanna marry ’er,  So chew at it no more,Or I’ll chuck the flamin’ lot of you—  —You nedn’t have swore.
VIIThat’s his collar round the candle-stickAn’ that’s the dark blue tie I bought ’im,An’ these is the woman’s kids he’s so fond on,An’ ’ere comes the cat that caught ’im.
I dunno where his eyes was—a gretRound-shouldered hag! My sirs, to thinkOf him stoopin’ to her! You’d wonder he couldThrow hisself in that sink.

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