He had no little handkerchief to wipe his little nose.
She drank prussic acid without any water,/ And died like a Duke-and-a-Duchess's daughter!
Why, Captain! - my Lord! - Here's the devil to pay! / The fellow's been cut down and taken away! / What's to be done? / We've missed all the fun! - / Why, they'll laugh at and quiz us all over the town, / We are all of us done so uncommonly brown!
But when the Crier cried, `O Yes!' the people cried, `O No!'
And six little singing-boys, - dear little souls! / In nice clean faces, and nice white stoles.
He would pore by the hour, o'er a weed or a flower, / Or the slugs that come crawling out after a shower.
Never was heard such a terrible curse ! ! / But what gave rise / To no little surprise, / Nobody seemed one penny the worse!
The Lady Jane was tall and slim, / The Lady Jane was fair.
They were a little less than `kin', and rather more than `kind'.
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