Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip Are dug from the mines of canary; And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip With hogsheads of claret and sherry. Miss Mary being his only child ’an all, he were in a right pelter. “Don’t be a hypocrite. “I don’t know why. Recollect that.
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