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21 Ah! would she hang herself—-bless'd thought! I'd rev'rence not her frown- She'd die ere I assistance brought, I'd fear to cut her down.

THERE YOU ARE WITH YOUR EYE OUT.

Not long ago fra' Yorkshire town I comed up by the waggon; And soon in Lunnon war set down At sign o' George and Dragon: But soon fra' thence I steerd, d'ye see, O'd uncle's house to pry out, When a chap comed up and said to me "Oh!--there you go with your eye out.

Of this, d’ye mind, I took no heed, But to o'd uncle's past on; When another chap to me, indeed, Comed up just like the last one: He stared at me I stared at him-- Good humour then was nigh out, For wi' a face he bawled so grim, ' Oh !---there you go with your eye out.'

If one eye's out, says I, it's droll, And to me is unknown, sirs ; Put up my hand to find the hole, et But found it war not flown, sirs. WᏂ a third chap cam wi' grinning face My patience quite to try out, And bellow'd out wi' strange grimace, ' Oh!--there you go with your eye out.'