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Nay robin red-breast, tha nedna Sit noddin' thy head at me; My breast's as red as thine, I reckon, Flayed red, if tha could but see.

Nay, you blessed pee-whips, You nedna screet at me! I'm screetin' my-sen, but are-na goin' To let iv'rybody see.

Tha art smock-ravelled, bunny, Larropin' neck an' crop I' th' snow: but I's warrant thee, bunny, I'm further ower th' top.