5795. HERE'S ONE FER YA!

HERE'S ONE FER YA!

'I am their daughter. If not,

I oughter. Prayers have been said.

That is my mother, I have no other.

Would I were dead! That is my

father; he thinks so, rather. Oh

dear, oh dear! I take my candle;

THIS is the handle. I disappear.

(The coast is clear).'

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I beg your pardon. This stuff

should harden. Oh do not use

it when still wet. I just do what

I'm told  -  so I did it, of course.

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There's some new man running

horses down the cove; walking rope

steps and all clothesline deeds. Nothing

I'd want to talk about, only a'cause he's

too heavy and a bottle of rum.