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 She's above on the cnuceen, seeking the nanny goats, the way she'd have a sup of goat's milk for to colour my tea.

And asking your pardon, is it you's the man killed his father?

I am, God help me!

Then my thousand welcomes to you, and I've run up with a brace of duck's eggs for your food to-day. Pegeen's ducks is no use, but these are the real rich sort. Hold out your hand and you'll see it's no lie I'm telling you.

They're a great and weighty size.

And I run up with a pat of butter, for it'd be a poor thing to have you eating your spuds dry,