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Rh Of slighting all the winkly brood
 * I surely had been chary,

If I had known they formed the food
 * And stock-in-trade of.

Both high and low and great and small
 * Fell prostrate at her tootsies,

They all were noblemen, and all
 * Had balances at Coutts.

Dukes with the lovely maiden dealt,
 * and ,

Who eat her winkles till they felt,
 * Exceedingly uncomfy.