English poem
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by John Stephen Farmer (1854–1916)
My peepers! who've we here now? why this is sure Black-Moll: My ma'am, you're of the fair sex, so welcome to mill doll; The cull with you who'd venture into a snoozing-ken, Like Blackamore Othello, should "put out the light--and then." With my tow row, etc.