If an army of Yankees should proffer their pay,
I’d button my pockets, and send them away.
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Punch. March 4, 1884.
On Lord Gumboil.
What are you doing, my pretty maid?
I’m mashing a lord, kind sir, she said.
Then pray be careful, my pretty maid;
I’m more than seven, sir, she said.