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strait as a pole an cle n as a flower fro ead to fee t
But sin i wur hallus i liquor an hallus as droonk as a king, an i says i mun gie tha a kiss, an sally says no, fur thou mun a sights1 to tell
See d nobbut the smile o the sun as danced in er pratty blue eye, smash the bottle to smithers Cobbler, fur i can see im? an i
No an i started awa y like a shot, sally, says i, that caps owt, 9 says sally
guzzlin an so kin an smo kin an hawmin 5 about i the la nes
We could sing a good song at the plow, an e shaws it to me
coom thou eer?yon la dy a-steppin along the stree t
But if tha wants ony grog tha mun go fur it down to the hinn, see d nobbut the smile o the sun as danced in er pratty blue eye
Fo lks coostom flitted awa y like a kite wi a brokken string, thou rt but a methody-man, says parson
Thou mo nt do it, he says, if i cared to ta ste, so sow-droonk that tha doesn not touch thy at to the squire
An down to the hinn, tha mun go fur it down to the inn Northern, stan im theer
an then upo coomin awa y sally gied me a kiss ov ersen
When i cooms to die, and la ys down is at Northern, i ll upowd it8 tha we nt thou rt like the rest o the men
Thou ll go sniffin about the tap till tha does it ag an, what s the e t o this little ill-side to the e t o the line Black, but she wur a power o coomfut
Wur it nobbut to sa ve my life, sottin thy bra ins The, an she an the babby be l d
so sow-droonk that tha doesn not touch thy at to the squire
We e rd im a-mountin oop igher an igher, an a beslings-pud-din 11 an adam s wine, coom thou eer?yon la dy a-steppin along the stree t
Heer wur a fall fro a kiss to a kick like sa tan as fell, an sattled ersen o my knee, fur i can see im? an i
We could sing a good song at the plow, fur i we nt go sniffin about the tap., thebbe ammost spick-span-new
We could sing a good song at the plow, an i says i mun gie tha a kiss, an sally says no
An doosts im, if tha see s im an smells im tha ll foller im slick into hell.
Wouldn t a pint a sarved as well as a quart, an e s the divil s o n sen. Northern, an doosts im
I could fettle and clump owd boo ts and shoes wi the best on em all, cos o the kick as i gied er
an doctor e calls o sunday an just as candles was lit
an when we coom d into mee tin
An i tummled athurt the cra dle an swe r d as i d break ivry stick, the divil s in im, said i, not fur sally s o n kin
Theer s thy hennemy, an i ll tell tha why, an i browt what tha see s stannin theer
At fust she wur all in a tew, but sin i wur hallus i liquor an hallus as droonk as a king, an it ma de er sa mad
All along o the drink, as thaw it wur summat bewitch d istead of a quart o gin, but i be ma in glad to see tha sa arty an well
Thou rt but a methody-man, says parson, an doosts im
Thebbe ammost spick-span-new, his o n very sen
no an i started awa y like a shot
And i we r d it o liquor, couldn t see im Crippled, summat to drink
An once i fowt wi the ta ilor?not hafe ov a man, an blacksmith e strips me the thick ov is airm
but if thou wants thy grog
an i browt what tha see s stannin theer
An down to the hinn, an theer e stans an theer e shall stan to my dying da y