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102 I shan't be gone? Not yet! I waits

Until I gets the call!—

If you'll come out, m'm, with the nets,

I'll promise you a haul!

You're safe with Jacob Matthews, m'm!

He's ne'er been called a fool

By any of the fisher-folk

The war has left in Poole!".