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Rh Oh! lauk! Here’s Joe, a rantèn lout, A-meäkèn his wild randy-rout.

Heigh! Fanny! How d’ye do? (slaps her.)

Oh! fie; why all the woo’se vor you A-slappèn o’ me, black an’ blue, My back!

&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;A whack! you loose-eärm’d chap, To gi’e your cousin sich a slap!

I’ll pull the heäir o’n, I do vow;

I’ll pull the ears o’n. There.

&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;Wowh! wow!

A-comèn up the drong, How he did smack his leather thong, A-zingèn, as he thought, a zong;

An’ there the pigs did scote Azide, in fright, wi’ squeakèn droat, Wi’ geese a pitchèn up a note. Look there.

&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;&emsp;His chair!