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R, wimmin! Wot a blinded fool I've been! I arsts meself, wot else could I ixpeck? I done me block complete on this Doreen, An' now me 'eart is broke, me life's a wreck! The dreams I dreamed, the dilly thorts I thunk Is up the pole, an' joy 'as done a bunk.

Wimmin! strike! I orter known the game! Their tricks is crook, their arts is all dead snide. The 'ole world over tarts is all the same; All soft an' smilin' wiv no 'eart inside. But she fair doped me wiv 'er winnin' ways, Then crooled me pitch fer all me mortal days.

They're all the same! A man 'as got to be Stric' master if 'e wants to snare 'em sure. 'E 'as to take a stand an' let 'em see That triflin' is a thing 'e won't indure. 'E wants to show 'em that 'e 'olds command, So they will smooge an' feed out of 'is 'and.


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