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Rh Now it's done an' over,

'Ear the organ squeak,

‘’Voice that breathed o'er Eden’—

Ain't she got the cheek!

White an' laylock ribbons,

Think yourself so fine!

I'd pray Gawd to take yer

'Fore I made yer mine!

Escort to the kerridge,

Wish 'im luck, the brute!

Chuck the slippers after—

[Pity 'taint a boot!]

Bowin' like a lady,

Blushin' like a lad—

'Oo would say to see 'em

Both is rotten bad?