So they was looking at the flowers.
As she see that her lover was gazing at the flowers she just shub him right in the well an' said:—"T'ank God! me going to get that pretty young man."
During this time there was a Parrot on a tree seeing all that was going on, cry out:—
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Ha ha! Ha ha! I have a news to take to the Duke at home; you have your dearest lover an' cast him down to the well. |
The gal look up an' see the Parrot.
She get frighten, call to Poll:—
