COMI? SOWOS, EASTE? MONDAy FO? EVKIL A COBBLZa I am, and my name is DiCk Awl, ? a bit of a ?, ?or I li? h a ?1? With ? ? old wife, ? a tofi?s?11 I ? ?ts ? ? with a mta tat T? This morning, at beeakfast, on baeon ? sidn?,' Says I, to my wife, "I'm a going to Greenwich;" Says she, "Dicky Awl, aye, and I will go too," Says I, "Mrs. Awl, I'il be ? - d if you do." Tol de mL ' One Word bred another---a shocking mishap.* She gave me the l/e, and I gave her the rotrap; To tarry at home, then, I thought it a sin, So I soon bolted out,?but I bolted her i? Tol de rol. To Greenwich, by water, I merrily sl?! , And saw them 811 rolling it, heels o?e? head; The sun was so bright, and so I?gh the wind blew, I spisd?whet I don't ehooso to mention to you. Tol de roL But when I got home, (it is true, ou my life?) Bill ButtoR, the tailor, was off with my wife; Though old Mrs. Awl has-no fancy to bolts, She has but one tooth, but that tooth is a colt's, Tol de Ah, Sally, my lover 'twig & very bad idms, To cut me, and choose the ninth part oF a She thought in eloping, so cramlug and triokey, With poor Dickey Awl it would soon be all To! do roL
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