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 ( 8 ) And went to bed at the time we got up Then so poor, but that I’d no heart to mak fun on, (buy They could not afford any covering  So shiv’ring with cold, we the girls left i Lunnun. (and And come back to the country, father But, farmers wives be as bad as their betters, They paint pictures and faces, write storie and letters, ’Stead of fitting at home, shirts and table- cloths darning, Or pickling of cabbage, or making a pie All the clodpoles are standing around at thei larning ; Sad wives for the likes of father and I. So just as we didn’t know what to be atur In a passion, cried our father, “ a neigh bour of mine (datu Died a twelvemonths ago, left a sister and And they both can milk cows, and mak gooseberry wine.” (Monday On to see ’em we went ; this fell out on Neither flood shilly shally, look'd foolis or shy; (Sunday The licence was bought, and the very next They were both of them married to fa ther and I.

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