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390 &ensp;He thump’d en down, As if he’d het en into ground.

Heigh! heigh! Look here! the vier is out.

How he do knock the tongs about!

Now theäre’s his whip-nob, plum Upon the teäble vor a drum;

An’ there’s a dent so big’s your thumb.

My hat’s awore so quaer.

’Tis quaer enough, but not wi’ wear; But dabs an’ dashes he do bear.

The zow!

What now?

She’s in the plot A-routèn up the flower knot Ho! Towzer! Here, rout out the zow, Heigh! here, hie at her. Tiss!

Wowh! wow!

How he do rant and roar, An’ stump an’ stamp about the vloor, An’ swing, an’ slap, an’ slam the door!