Chapter_97

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I heard Bill say to-day, Mary,

That you are a charming fairy,

And that to town he’d give you drive,

But just as sure as you’re alive,

He does intend to have the bliss,

Of stealing from your lips a kiss.

I’ll let him drive me now, Jane,

His efforts they will all be vain,

I hate him, and I him defy,

And anger flashed from her eye,

The monster’s wiles I will defeat,

Peck of strong onions I will eat.