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... it is " The Courtin ' . " ZEKLE crep ' up , quite unbeknown , An ' peeked in thru the winder , An ' there sot Huldy all alone , ' ith no one nigh to hender . Agin ' the chimbly crooknecks hung , An ' in 14 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
... it is " The Courtin ' . " ZEKLE crep ' up , quite unbeknown , An ' peeked in thru the winder , An ' there sot Huldy all alone , ' ith no one nigh to hender . Agin ' the chimbly crooknecks hung , An ' in 14 THE BIGLOW PAPERS.
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... Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; Who'd expect to see a tater All on eend at bein ' biled ? Ez fer war , I call it murder , There you hev it plain an ' flat ; I don't want to ...
... Thru the vartu o ' the North ! We begin to think it's nater To take sarse an ' not be riled ; Who'd expect to see a tater All on eend at bein ' biled ? Ez fer war , I call it murder , There you hev it plain an ' flat ; I don't want to ...
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... thru ye You'll begin to kal❜late ; S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin ' All the carkiss from your bones , Coz you helped to give a lickin ' To them poor half - Spanish drones ? Jest go home an ' ask our Nancy Wether I'd be sech a ...
... thru ye You'll begin to kal❜late ; S'pose the crows wun't fall to pickin ' All the carkiss from your bones , Coz you helped to give a lickin ' To them poor half - Spanish drones ? Jest go home an ' ask our Nancy Wether I'd be sech a ...
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... thru my close ez ef I wuz an in'my . Wal , it beats all how big I felt hoorawin ' in ole Fun- nel Wen Mister Bolles he gin the sword to our Leftenant Cunnle ( It's Mister Secondary Bolles , ' thet writ the prize peace essay ; Thet ' s ...
... thru my close ez ef I wuz an in'my . Wal , it beats all how big I felt hoorawin ' in ole Fun- nel Wen Mister Bolles he gin the sword to our Leftenant Cunnle ( It's Mister Secondary Bolles , ' thet writ the prize peace essay ; Thet ' s ...
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... thru their lights , or with a bagnet pokin ' on ' em ; How dreffle slick he reeled it off ( like Blitz at our lyceum Ahaulin ' ribbins from his chops so quick you skeercely see ' em ) , About the Anglo - Saxon race ( an ' saxons would ...
... thru their lights , or with a bagnet pokin ' on ' em ; How dreffle slick he reeled it off ( like Blitz at our lyceum Ahaulin ' ribbins from his chops so quick you skeercely see ' em ) , About the Anglo - Saxon race ( an ' saxons would ...
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