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MATILDA JANE.
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"He's coming now!" cried Bruno, pointing down the road.
"He be a-coomin noo!" echoed the man, stretching out his arm exactly over Bruno's head, and pointing with his pipe.
"Then chorus agin!" was shouted out by one of the red-faced men in the window: and forthwith a dozen voices yelled, to a harsh discordant melody, the refrain:—
"There's him, an' yo', an' me,
Roarin' laddies!
We loves a hit o' spree,
Roarin' laddies we,
Roarin' laddies
Roarin' laddies!"
The man lounged back again to the house, joining lustily in the chorus as he went: so that only the children and I were in the road when 'Willie' came up.
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