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So Kitty give place with a graue on her face
An' took her revenge on the kettles,
An' only I cleant middlin' handy from theet
She'd have had me threw out in the nettles.
"An' Kitty," says I, "Don't go for to thry
"For to take for to give me no imperince,
"Or its likely," says I, "If the masthar come by,
"He'll be havin' ye took for intimperince. "

An' well to be sure, there was polish dy-liooar
Goin' a usin' that day on the wind it
When Johnny begun for to come for to go
For to take for to work with no shindies.
For smilin' he wass, an' wilin' he wass,
An' talkin' the gentle an' aisy—
Till th'everin' come down, an' the misthress come roun’—
An' she said we was Scandalous Lazy!