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An’ mind when crossin’ the planken bridge,  Again I warn ye o’ summat.Ye slip not on the slippery ridgeOf the thawin’ snow, or it’ll beA long put-back to your gran’ marridge,I’m tellin’ ye.  Nay, are ter scared o’ summat?
In kep the thick black curtains drawn,  Am I not tellin’ thee summat?Against the knockin’ of sevenfold dawn,An’ red-tipped candles from morn to mornHave dipped an’ danced upon thy brawnTill thou art worn—  Oh, I have cost thee summat.
Look in the mirror an’ see thy-sen,  —What, I am showin’ thee summat.Wasted an’ wan tha sees thy-sen,An’ thy hand that holds the mirror shakesTill tha drops the glass and tha shudders whenThy luck breaks.  Sure, tha’rt afraid o’ summat.
Frail thou art, my saucy man,  —Listen, I’m tellin’ thee summat.Tottering and tired thou art, my man,Tha came to say good-bye to me,An’ tha’s done it so well, that now I canPart wi’ thee.  —Master, I’m givin’ thee summat.

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