As tha allers hast--but let me tell thee Hasna ter sent me whoam, when I Was a'most burstin' mad o' my-sen An' walkin' in agony; After thy kisses, Lizzie, after Tha's lain right up to me Lizzie, an' melted Into me, melted into me, Lizzie, Till I was verily swelted. An' if my landlady seed me like it, An' if 'er clawkin', tiger's eyes Went through me just as the light went out Is it any cause for surprise? No cause for surprise at all, my lad, After lickin' and snuffin' at me, tha could Turn thy mouth on a woman like her-- Did ter find her good? Ay, I did, but afterwards I should like to ha' killed her! --Afterwards!--an' after how long Wor it tha'd liked to 'a killed her? Say no more, Liz, dunna thee, I might lose my-sen. --I'll only say good-bye to thee, Timothy, An' gi'e her thee back again. I'll ta'e thy word 'Good-bye,' Liz, But I shonna marry her, I shonna for nobody.--It is Very nice on you, Sir. The childt maun ta'e its luck, it maun, An' she maun ta'e _her_ luck, For I tell ye I shonna marry her-- What her's got, her took. That's spoken like a man, Timmy, That's spoken like a man ... "He up an' fired off his pistol An' then away he ran." I damn well shanna marry 'er, So chew at it no more, Or I'll chuck the flamin' lot of you-- --You nedn't have swore. VII That's his collar round the candle-stick An' that's the dark blue tie I bought 'im, An' these is the woman's kids he's so fond on, An' 'ere comes the cat that caught 'im. I dunno where his eyes was--a gret Round-shouldered hag! My sirs, to think Of him stoopin' to her! You'd wonder he could Throw hisself in that sink. I expect you know who I am, Mrs Naylor! --Who yer are?--yis, you're Lizzie Stainwright. 'An 'appen you might guess what I've come for? --'Appen I mightn't, 'appen I might. You knowed as I was courtin' Tim Merfin. --Yis, I knowed 'e wor courtin' thee. An' yet you've been carryin' on wi' him. --Ay, an' 'im wi' me. Well, now you've got to pay for it, --An' if I han, what's that to thee? For 'e isn't goin' to marry you. --Is it a toss-up 'twixt thee an' me? It's no toss-up 'twixt thee an' me. --Then what art colleyfoglin' for? I'm not havin' your orts an' slarts. --Which on us said you wor? I want you to know 'e's non _marryin'_ you. --Tha wants 'im thy-sen too bad. Though I'll see as 'e pays you, an' comes to the scratch. --Tha'rt for doin' a lot wi' th' lad. VIII To think I should ha'e to haffle an' caffle Wi' a woman, an' pay 'er a price For lettin' me marry the lad as I thought To marry wi' cabs an' rice. But we'll go unbeknown to the registrar, An' give _'er_ what money there is, For I won't be beholden to such as her For anythink of his. IX Take off thy duty stripes, Tim, An' come wi' me in here, Ta'e off thy p'lice-man's helmet An' look me clear.