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RACKETÈN JOE.
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HIS SISTER.
Oh! lauk! Here’s Joe, a rantèn lout,
A-meäkèn his wild randy-rout.
RACKETÈN JOE.
Heigh! Fanny! How d’ye do? (slaps her.)
FANNY.
Oh! fie; why all the woo’se vor you
A-slappèn o’ me, black an’ blue,
My back!
HIS SISTER.
A whack! you loose-eärm’d chap,
To gi’e your cousin sich a slap!
FANNY.
I’ll pull the heäir o’n, I do vow;
HIS SISTER.
I’ll pull the ears o’n. There.
THE DOG.
Wowh! wow!
FANNY.
A-comèn up the drong,
How he did smack his leather thong,
A-zingèn, as he thought, a zong;
HIS SISTER.
An’ there the pigs did scote
Azide, in fright, wi’ squeakèn droat,
Wi’ geese a pitchèn up a note.
Look there.
FANNY.
