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 CAN'T abear a butcher,
 * I can't abide his meat,

The ugliest shop of all is his,
 * The ugliest in the street;

Bakers' are warm, cobblers' dark,
 * Chemists' burn watery lights;

But oh, the sawdust butcher's shop,
 * That ugliest of sights!