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Rh An’ there he wer, a-prowlèn roun’ Upon the green; an’ I look’d down An’ told en that I hoped he voun’ &emsp;&emsp;He mussen think to peck Upon a body zoo, nor whip The meäre to drow me off, nor tip Me out o’ cart ageän, nor slip &emsp;&emsp;Cut hoss-heäir down my neck.