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Whativer brings thee out so far

In a' this depth o' snow?

--I'm takin' 'ome a weddin' dress

If tha maun know.

Why, is there a weddin' at Underwood,

As tha ne'd trudge up here?

--It's Widow Naylor's weddin'-dress,

An' 'er's wantin it, I hear.

_'Er_ doesna want no weddin-dress ...

What--but what dost mean?

--Doesn't ter know what I mean, Tim?--Yi,

Tha must' a' been hard to wean!

Tha'rt a good-un at suckin-in yet, Timmy;

But tell me, isn't it true

As 'er'll be wantin' _my_ weddin' dress

In a week or two?

Tha's no occasions ter ha'e me on

Lizzie--what's done is done!

--_Done_, I should think so--Done! But might

I ask when tha begun?

It's thee as 'as done it as much as me,

Lizzie, I tell thee that.

--"Me gotten a childt to thy landlady--!"

Tha's gotten thy answer pat,

As tha allers hast--but let me tell thee

Hasna ter sent me whoam, when I

Was a'most burstin' mad o' my-sen

An' walkin' in agony;

After thy kisses, Lizzie, after

Tha's lain right up to me Lizzie, an' melted

Into me, melted into me, Lizzie,

Till I was verily swelted.

An' if my landlady seed me like it,

An' if 'er clawkin', tiger's eyes

Went through me just as the light went out

Is it any cause for surprise?

No cause for surprise at all, my lad,

After lickin' and snuffin' at me, tha could

Turn thy mouth on a woman like her--

Did ter find her good?

Ay, I did, but afterwards

I should like to ha' killed her!

--Afterwards!--an' after how long

Wor it tha'd liked to 'a killed her?

Say no more, Liz, dunna thee,

I might lose my-sen.

--I'll only say good-bye to thee, Timothy,

An' gi'e her thee back again.

I'll ta'e thy word 'Good-bye,' Liz,

But I shonna marry her,

I shonna for nobody.--It is

Very nice on you, Sir.

The childt maun ta'e its luck, it maun,

An' she maun ta'e _her_ luck,

For I tell ye I shonna marry her--

What her's got, her took.

That's spoken like a man, Timmy,

That's spoken like a man ...

"He up an' fired off his pistol

An' then away he ran."

I damn well shanna marry 'er,

So chew at it no more,

Or I'll chuck the flamin' lot of you--

--You nedn't have swore.

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