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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.

I wish tha hadna done it, Tim, I do, an' that I do! For whenever I look thee i' th' face, I s'll see Her face too.

I wish tha could wesh 'er off'n thee, For I used to think that thy Face was the finest thing that iver Met my eye....