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My highland Harry back again.
O for him, &c.
O for him, &c.
RALPH AND MOSES.
Ize zing you a whimsical lay,
‘Bout a frolic that hap’d at our town,
How a Jew did our last market day
Take in a poor country clown.
He’d razors in plenty to zell,
Of their goodness he made great commence,
And to make them go off glib and well,
Cried, 'a dozen zirs, for eighteen pence.’
Ri um ti idity a &c.
‘Bout a frolic that hap’d at our town,
How a Jew did our last market day
Take in a poor country clown.
He’d razors in plenty to zell,
Of their goodness he made great commence,
And to make them go off glib and well,
Cried, 'a dozen zirs, for eighteen pence.’
Ri um ti idity a &c.
'Od dang it,' cried Ralph, who stood by,
'This fellow the razors must steal;
But efackius that's nothing to I;
And they're made of the very best steel'
Then instantly lugg'd out his bag,
ln order to purchase the lot;
Then set off amongst his neighbours to brag
What a weundy great bargain he’d got.
Ri um ti idity a &c.
'This fellow the razors must steal;
But efackius that's nothing to I;
And they're made of the very best steel'
Then instantly lugg'd out his bag,
ln order to purchase the lot;
Then set off amongst his neighbours to brag
What a weundy great bargain he’d got.
Ri um ti idity a &c.
Impatient their mettle to try,
Ralph gallop'd away to his room,
Where, because he'd ne other brush bye,
He lather'd his face with a broom.
Ralph gallop'd away to his room,
Where, because he'd ne other brush bye,
He lather'd his face with a broom.
