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"My sort," she sez, "don't meet no fairy prince. " / I can't 'elp 'earin' part uv wot was said / While I am sortin' taters in the shed. / They've 'ad these secret confabs ever since / Rose came. 'Er an' Doreen's been 'eart to 'eart, / 'Oldin' pow-wows in which I got no part.
"My sort," sez Rose, "don't meet no fairy prince. " / 'Er voice seems sort uv lonely like an' sad. / "Ah well," she sez, "there's jobs still to be 'ad / Down in the fact'ries. I ain't one to wince / Frum all the knocks I've 'ad - an' will 'ave. Still, / Sometimes I git fed-up against me will.