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I'm partial to this kind of mate,
And hearts with salt and spice to ate
Is just what plases me;
I mane to night on yours to sup,
Stay here until you 're aten up
He spoke, and turned the key.
"A pretty business this!" quoth Jack,
When he was left alone;
"Old Paddy Whack,
I say! come back—
I wonder where he's gone?"
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In ghastly moans and sounds of wail,
The castle's cells replied;
Jack, whose high spirits ne'er could quail,
Whistled like blackbird in the vale,
And, "Bravo, Weber!" cried.
When, lo! a dismal voice, in verse,
This pleasant warning did rehearse:—
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