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Dosn’t thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters — Alfred Lord Tennyson

Dosn’t thou ’ear my ’erse’s legs, as they canters awaäy? Proputty, proputty, proputty—that’s what I ’ears ’em saäy.

 

Northern Farmer: New Style [1869], st. 1

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