COMIC S0?O?. 9?9
- ' De? A?nes!" cried he,.
"Let me drink of thy tide, And the right to the breeche? e?abli0h in me." He qusffed till nigh bm?ing,--again turned to Fill th? bride in pursuit reached his side with a laughz Lifting brbkly his head, To the lady he said, "I'm flint at the well, opouse!--?so bow to the The dame to her hubby, replied with a sneer,? "That you're first at the well, after muttiago, is cletr, But to ?ve such a task, I filled a small flask, And took it to churclIJ?,, m?l?ocket , my MY DOXY. WHo bang'd my eyes and eraeked my sn And tore my hair by handfulIs out, ', And ?ov?i S?y togs all up the spout? Who, when ! lets a murmur drop, Does me into the coal-hole pop, Or with the poker does me wop? Who daily guzzles rum and gin, And duns my ears with doleful din, And heats till black and blue's my skin? Who pinches me of proper pro � And call? me devql, dolt, and Whfio she is fat is any hog? My doxy. My doxy,
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