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 COIC soqs. LJ' Quoth Dicky, "great is the �orour i feel!" -Heigho, said Dicky? And ff I could manage her heart to staai, And make her my rib, 't would be for my. own wzal, With my whining, pining, Purse with the shine in, I'll have her, aid poor little Dicky! By dint of persuasion, ha got hat connt, Heigho, sighed Dicky: Ahd oon to church, to be married thay wnt Na'er thinking that he should have it to relent, With their wooing, suing, Billing and cooing, I'm all right, thought poor littl Di?y. The honey-moon had scarce took its flight, Heigho, sighed Dicky! Ere she proved herself a termagant quite, And kicked up with Dicky the devil's delight, With her bump him, bruise him, Thump, and ill us him, O, dear, sighed poor little Dicky! Said she, one day, "I'll mill your mug," Heigho, sighed Dicky! With her mauley into his mazzard she dug, And his hair by the handfuls out she did Ing, With her mill him, drill him, Wallop and kill him, O, dear, sighed poor little Dicky Dicky took it all as still as a lamb, Heigho, sighed Dicky! For, in truth, you must own, that she was hi dam, For oft by her darbies he got a rare ram, With haul him, hit him, Maul him, and split him, O, dear, sighed poor little Dioky; 0,,,Google

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