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| Deedledee | - the Fift is maistlins watt |
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icht muckle obleiged tae ye!" | Deedledee | eikit on. "Are ye fain o poet |
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e, muckle aisier nor aat, fae- | Deedledee | , I think it wes." |
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gat an aafa sair teeth," said | Deedledee | , fa hed teen tent o iss obsai |
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e Reid Keing snocherin," said | Deedledee | . |
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e Caibinet-vricht, tho," said | Deedledee | . "Ye see, he heild his snifte |
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"An mirker," said | Deedledee | . |
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Aa iss time | Deedledee | wes straachlin the best he cw |
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Deedledum an | Deedledee | Beed fecht or een gat lickit, |
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Deedledum an | Deedledee | |
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an the tidder "TAE THE HOUS O | DEEDLEDEE | ". |
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t, in course!" An he gomed at | Deedledee | , fa dowpit doun stracht on th |
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"Na, faith ye!" rebattit | Deedledee | sneistie-like. "Ye'd be naepl |