JOHN.

Well, he shan't kiss ye, then; you shan't be kiss'd

By his girt ugly chops, a lanky houn'!

If I do zee'n, I'll jist wring up my vist

An' knock en down.

I'll squot his girt pug-nose, if I don't miss en;

I'll warn I'll spweil his pretty lips vor kissèn!

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