Enoch Arden, &c. by Alfred Lord Tennyson
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page 92 of 118 (77%)
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Sartin-sewer I bea, thot a weant niver give it to
Joanes, Noither a moant to Robins--a niver rembles the stoans. XVI. But summun 'ull come ater mea mayhap wi' 'is kittle o' steam Huzzin' an' maazin' the blessed fealds wi' the Divil's oan team. Gin I mun doy I mun doy, an' loife they says is sweet, But gin I mun doy I mun doy, for I couldn abear to see it. XVII. What atta stannin' theer for, an' doesn bring ma the yaale? Doctor's a 'tottler, lass, an a's hallus i' the owd taale; I weant break rules for Doctor, a knaws naw moor nor a floy; Git ma my yaale, I tell tha, an' gin I mun doy I mun doy. MISCELLANEOUS. |
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