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"Or, witherwise, you mid well thenk
I'm, zure anow, bewitch'd!"
Thaw Jerry war, vor Acll tha wordle,
Like very zel o' quiet,
A veel'd iz blood ta bwile athin
At jitchy zort o' riot;
Za out a jump'd amangst 'em Acll!
A made a desperd bussle;
Zum hirn'd awAc--zum made a ston;
Wi' zum a had a tussle.
Iz stick now sar'd 'em justice good;
It war a tough groun ash;
Upon ther heads a plAc'd awAc,
An round about did drash.
ThAc belg'd, thAc raur'd, thAc scamper'd Acll.
A zoon voun rum ta stoory;
A thawt a'd be reveng'd at once,
Athout a judge or jury.
An, thaw a brawk navy-body's bwons,
A gid zum bloody nawzes;
Tha pirty maids war fainty too;
Hirn'd vrom ther cheaks tha rawzes.
Thinks he, me gennelmen! when nex
I goo to Glassenbery,
Yea shant ha jitch a rig wi' I,
Nor at my cost be merry.
Zaw, havin clear'd izzel a wAc.
Right whim went Jerry Nutty;
A flourished roun iz wAckin stick;
An vleng'd awAc iz tutty.
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