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But we’ll go unbeknown to the registrar,  An’ give ’er what money there is,For I won’t be beholden to such as her  For anythink of his.
IXTake off thy duty stripes, Tim,  An’ come wi’ me in here,Ta’e off thy p’lice-man’s helmet  An’ look me clear.
I wish tha hadna done it, Tim,  I do, an’ that I do!For whenever I look thee i’ th’ face, I s’ll see  Her face too.
I wish tha could wesh ’er off’n thee,  For I used to think that thyFace was the finest thing that iver  Met my eye. . . .
XTwenty pound o’ thy own tha hast, and fifty pound ha’e I,Thine shall go to pay the woman, an’ wi’ my bit we’ll buyAll as we shall want for furniture when tha leaves this place,An’ we’ll be married at th’ registrar—now lift thy face.
Lift thy face an’ look at me, man, up an’ look at me:Sorry I am for this business, an’ sorry if I ha’e driven thee

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