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They's a hull snarl o' potes hez driveled 'bout Joon / With its leefyness, freshness an' greenth; / 'N' if I was anuther, I s'pose-which I ain't- / I'd be the four umpty an' steenth.
Ez regards ter the Skillet-wal, pardner, b'leeve me, / It's right in its prime, buggosh; / Yew kin talk all yer wanter, it's fine ter jes' sawnter / An' look at ol' Nacher a-slosh.