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Rh I thought you mid be out wi’ Jemmy Bleäke,

An’ why be out wi’ him, vor goodness’ seäke?

You walk’d o’ Zunday evenèn wi’n, d’ye know, You went vrom church a-hitch’d up in his eärm.

Well, if I did, that werden any harm. Lauk! that is zome’at to teäke notice o’.

He took ye roun’ the middle at the stile, An’ kiss’d ye twice ’ithin the ha’f a mile.

Ees, at the stile, because I shoulden vall, He took me hold to help me down, that’s all; An’ I can’t zee what very mighty harm He could ha’ done a-lendèn me his eärm. An’ as vor kissèn o’ me, if he did, I didden ax en to, nor zay he mid: An’ if he kiss’d me dree times, or a dozen, What harm wer it? Why idden he my cousin? An’ I can’t zee, then, what there is amiss In cousin Jem’s jist gi’èn me a kiss.

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!