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Tho is't that you like a grey hound go Merry, as if nought had happ'd, burn ye! Ay, cried the other grinning, "you must know [That] just before I ventured on my journey, To walk a little more at Ease I took the Liberty to boil my pease [Thin line drawn under final line of text]

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